I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
Flora’s expression does not change, which is perhaps the most damning part of it. Still entirely patient, still deeply smug, she only shakes her head and lets her gaze drift toward the invisible jury she has apparently assembled in the kitchen. "Did you hear me say anything?" she asks, gesturing toward the space where the replay had hovered a moment ago. The evidence, as far as she is concerned, speaks for itself, and the fact that it has been curated into a deeply misleading version of events is clearly beside the point.
"I set you up?" Her brows lift as though the accusation has caught her entirely off guard, and then she turns to Spice with a look that asks whether the dragon has heard this same nonsense. "So you’re telling me I planned all of this for you, just to make you throw me in the pool so that I could, what? Be standing at precisely the right angle to make it look like you jumped into the pool, so that when you asked me about it later, this is what it would show?" Flora lets out a soft, disbelieving tut, turning back to him with the air of someone attempting to explain something very simple to a person who is making it unnecessarily difficult. "I’m just showing you what I saw." Her attention flicks to Spice again, and her voice takes on the mild, judicial quality of someone calling their final witness. "Do you have anything to add?"
Normally, the little dragon might well have been inclined to take Kaisel’s side, but perhaps she is still a touch offended by the way he had squirmed and danced away from her ice. Perched against Flora’s shoulders, Spice gives one deft shake of her head. No.
"I set you up?" Her brows lift as though the accusation has caught her entirely off guard, and then she turns to Spice with a look that asks whether the dragon has heard this same nonsense. "So you’re telling me I planned all of this for you, just to make you throw me in the pool so that I could, what? Be standing at precisely the right angle to make it look like you jumped into the pool, so that when you asked me about it later, this is what it would show?" Flora lets out a soft, disbelieving tut, turning back to him with the air of someone attempting to explain something very simple to a person who is making it unnecessarily difficult. "I’m just showing you what I saw." Her attention flicks to Spice again, and her voice takes on the mild, judicial quality of someone calling their final witness. "Do you have anything to add?"
Normally, the little dragon might well have been inclined to take Kaisel’s side, but perhaps she is still a touch offended by the way he had squirmed and danced away from her ice. Perched against Flora’s shoulders, Spice gives one deft shake of her head. No.
and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this
