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Flora considers it for a moment, but the thought only makes her lips turn down into a frown as she shakes her head. "What’s there to escape?" she says quietly, the question more bitter than she means it to be. "He must feel like...I dunno, like a god to her. She’s literally only alive because of him, and everything she is is because he wants her to be that way." The words leave a sourness behind them, and she grimaces slightly before looking back at Melita with a relieved little smile as the Honeybee so clearly decides they have spent enough time picking apart that particular horror.
Biting at her lower lip, Flora feels a flush of delight roll through her, not just at the thought of presents but at everything tucked behind the question: guests knowing, celebration, getting to be publicly and loudly married to Kai instead of carrying something so enormous and happy in a secret little pocket between them. She hums dramatically, eyes narrowing as though this is a very serious matter requiring exhaustive thought, before grinning at Melita. "I haven’t even thought of it," she admits. "Maybe, like, an enchanted waffle maker that writes dirty jokes into the waffles?"
Biting at her lower lip, Flora feels a flush of delight roll through her, not just at the thought of presents but at everything tucked behind the question: guests knowing, celebration, getting to be publicly and loudly married to Kai instead of carrying something so enormous and happy in a secret little pocket between them. She hums dramatically, eyes narrowing as though this is a very serious matter requiring exhaustive thought, before grinning at Melita. "I haven’t even thought of it," she admits. "Maybe, like, an enchanted waffle maker that writes dirty jokes into the waffles?"
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
