sometimes you gotta backstab a motherfucker

i can't help it if i want to kiss you in the rain, so

Flora’s grin turns outright pleased at the name, glass lifting in a small, wordless cheers before she takes a sip. The sigh that follows is indulgent and entirely sincere despite her theatrics, shoulders softening as she leans back into the counter again. "Oh, that is dangerous," she says, approving, eyes flicking to the garnish before drifting back to him. "Thank you."

Her brow lifts at the talk of letters and regions, head tipping to the side with open disbelief that never quite loses its smile. "Since when have you not counted as a real region?" she asks lightly, then snickers under her breath. "Let me guess. The letter was from Sohalia?" Her eyes widen just a touch, confidence settling in as if she already knows she is right, and she lets that sit for a heartbeat before the conversation swings back to Kai.

Flora tilts her head, confusion threading neatly through her amusement rather than replacing it, lips still curved as she looks at him. "His..nails?" she repeats, a faint frown touching her brow, genuinely lost on that particular point even as the rest of the question clearly entertains her given that audacity was something her secret husband had no shortage of.