I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
Flora does not rise to the point about being dragged into the pool against his will, because there are some arguments that are best left untouched when the logic underneath them is mostly decorative. She only raises one disbelieving brow at Kaisel, her expression suggesting that whatever story he is attempting to tell himself has already become more complicated than it needs to be.
Across the kitchen, Spice cranes her head at the mention of treats, pale wings shifting with sudden interest. A small pulse from Flora reaches her before she can give herself away, though, and the dragon immediately remembers that she is supposed to be hurt. With a very put-upon little chirr, she turns her head aside and curls more dramatically around herself, making a show of not looking at either of them. It is, Flora thinks, a perfect resolution: Kaisel doesn't have to die, she does not have to admit that her case was built on a foundation of very enthusiastic bullshit, and Spice gets snacks.
When he reaches for her, Flora moves in close enough to brace one hand against the doorframe, keeping herself steady on the ice before she takes his hand with the other. Her grip is firm as she helps haul him upright, wet curls slipping forward over one shoulder while she keeps a careful eye on the floor beneath them. Once he is on his feet, she leans in as though sharing something confidential, her voice lowered for Spice’s benefit. "I think we still have some of those mints she really likes," she whispers. "You know, the ones that absolutely freeze your mouth?"
Across the kitchen, Spice cranes her head at the mention of treats, pale wings shifting with sudden interest. A small pulse from Flora reaches her before she can give herself away, though, and the dragon immediately remembers that she is supposed to be hurt. With a very put-upon little chirr, she turns her head aside and curls more dramatically around herself, making a show of not looking at either of them. It is, Flora thinks, a perfect resolution: Kaisel doesn't have to die, she does not have to admit that her case was built on a foundation of very enthusiastic bullshit, and Spice gets snacks.
When he reaches for her, Flora moves in close enough to brace one hand against the doorframe, keeping herself steady on the ice before she takes his hand with the other. Her grip is firm as she helps haul him upright, wet curls slipping forward over one shoulder while she keeps a careful eye on the floor beneath them. Once he is on his feet, she leans in as though sharing something confidential, her voice lowered for Spice’s benefit. "I think we still have some of those mints she really likes," she whispers. "You know, the ones that absolutely freeze your mouth?"
and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this
