the night is lovely as a rose

Completely oblivious to the can of mental worms that she has just opened, Vervain heads straight to the firepit to take a seat, smiling at the wonderful smells that emanate out of it. She has no idea what the fuck half of it is, only that she has been around Zeph for long enough to know that the man can fucking cook. She has to stop from drooling too much as he passes her the plate, and were it not for her catching the look on his face, she might have just dug right in. "Hey, are you alright?" she asks, thoroughly distracted. Perhaps he'd gotten sick from the carpet ride? She had been wondering about that, honestly. "You don't look well," she adds, setting the plate to one side and shifting to sit a bit closer so she can get a better look at him by the light of the fire. vervain I am always on your side