i can't help it if i want to kiss you in the rain, so
Flora tips her head slightly as Melita answers, the explanation settling easily into place in her mind even as the humidity presses warm and heavy along the back of her neck. "Mmmk," she says with a nod, taking the Honeybee's words as gospel on the subject.
Kai’s suggestion pulls her attention sideways almost immediately, and the grin that spreads across her face is bright enough to rival the dull volcanic glow beneath the clouds. She watches him for a moment with an open, unmistakably fond look she’s never been very good at disguising, amusement flickering at the way he recovers from the sliding earth as though Apopo itself has tried to interrupt the conversation. "Well," she says, the word curling easily into a laugh as she gestures vaguely toward the imagined future of their project, "since Remi’s probably the one who’s going to be actually making these things at the guild, you can absolutely be the one explaining to him why there are suddenly extra steps involved." The tease lands without teeth, softened instantly by the quick flash of warmth she sends his way, her aqua eyes bright as she adds, "But I do like that idea. A few with extra bite never hurts."
Bending to scoop up a cluster of dark stones that have broken loose from the slope, Flora turns and deposits them neatly into Kai’s pack without asking, as though the bottomless bag has already been quietly volunteered for the role of cargo mule. The rocks vanish with a dull thud somewhere far deeper than the pack should logically allow, and she dusts her hands together with a satisfied little snicker before glancing back toward Melita.
Kai’s answer about the babies earns a small, delighted shake of her head, her curls bouncing faintly where they’ve escaped the loose twist piled at the back of her neck. "They are," she confirms, the smile lingering as she straightens again. "And my parents can’t even cheat and put initials on them because their names both start with C."
A soft laugh slips free as she gestures vaguely with one hand, sparkly hairtie catching the light. "It’s honestly hilarious watching them try to keep track. Every time one of them hands the wrong baby back there’s this moment where they both stare like they’re trying to solve a particularly hard riddle and wondering if they accidentally swapped them an hour ago without noticing."
Round 2: Collect your rocks/metal ore!
Kai’s suggestion pulls her attention sideways almost immediately, and the grin that spreads across her face is bright enough to rival the dull volcanic glow beneath the clouds. She watches him for a moment with an open, unmistakably fond look she’s never been very good at disguising, amusement flickering at the way he recovers from the sliding earth as though Apopo itself has tried to interrupt the conversation. "Well," she says, the word curling easily into a laugh as she gestures vaguely toward the imagined future of their project, "since Remi’s probably the one who’s going to be actually making these things at the guild, you can absolutely be the one explaining to him why there are suddenly extra steps involved." The tease lands without teeth, softened instantly by the quick flash of warmth she sends his way, her aqua eyes bright as she adds, "But I do like that idea. A few with extra bite never hurts."
Bending to scoop up a cluster of dark stones that have broken loose from the slope, Flora turns and deposits them neatly into Kai’s pack without asking, as though the bottomless bag has already been quietly volunteered for the role of cargo mule. The rocks vanish with a dull thud somewhere far deeper than the pack should logically allow, and she dusts her hands together with a satisfied little snicker before glancing back toward Melita.
Kai’s answer about the babies earns a small, delighted shake of her head, her curls bouncing faintly where they’ve escaped the loose twist piled at the back of her neck. "They are," she confirms, the smile lingering as she straightens again. "And my parents can’t even cheat and put initials on them because their names both start with C."
A soft laugh slips free as she gestures vaguely with one hand, sparkly hairtie catching the light. "It’s honestly hilarious watching them try to keep track. Every time one of them hands the wrong baby back there’s this moment where they both stare like they’re trying to solve a particularly hard riddle and wondering if they accidentally swapped them an hour ago without noticing."
Round 2: Collect your rocks/metal ore!
