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As soon as the man says Gilded Market rejects, Flora’s shoulders loosen by a fraction, the words taking just enough edge off the situation to make her less convinced they’ve wandered into a stall full of murder bells in disguise. It doesn’t make the cinnamon cough any less dramatic or the table any less suspicious, but at least rejects suggests incompetence more than malice, which in Torchline is not comforting exactly, but does fall into a more familiar category of problem.
She is not remotely surprised when Kaisel asks whether any are super dangerous and then immediately picks one up before the answer has a chance to exist. "Mhm," Flora hums, brows lifting as the bell peals, already braced for fire, feathers, frogs, or some other nonsense, only for the orange in his outfit to bloom into purple instead. For a second, she just looks at him, and then her grin spreads bright and helpless across her face as she reaches out to touch one of the newly purple flames on his windbreaker. "Okay, actually? That’s kind of cute."
Her fingers skim the fabric before she glances back to the merchant, aqua eyes sharp beneath the playful curve of her mouth. "So are you going to tell us what any of them do, or is that part of the gimmick?" She tilts her head, engagement ring catching in the port’s early light while her other hand stays very deliberately away from the rest of the bells. "Because we wanted bells for the feast, and I’d rather not ruin everyone’s food with cinnamon and have Ludo haunt me about it."
She is not remotely surprised when Kaisel asks whether any are super dangerous and then immediately picks one up before the answer has a chance to exist. "Mhm," Flora hums, brows lifting as the bell peals, already braced for fire, feathers, frogs, or some other nonsense, only for the orange in his outfit to bloom into purple instead. For a second, she just looks at him, and then her grin spreads bright and helpless across her face as she reaches out to touch one of the newly purple flames on his windbreaker. "Okay, actually? That’s kind of cute."
Her fingers skim the fabric before she glances back to the merchant, aqua eyes sharp beneath the playful curve of her mouth. "So are you going to tell us what any of them do, or is that part of the gimmick?" She tilts her head, engagement ring catching in the port’s early light while her other hand stays very deliberately away from the rest of the bells. "Because we wanted bells for the feast, and I’d rather not ruin everyone’s food with cinnamon and have Ludo haunt me about it."
