Dynamite with a laser beam

Edy fuck you <3 Edy purred in happy acknowledgement. "As long as we make it clear that I certainly wouldn't need such a plant." She quipped merrily, thrusting a hip forward with a bright cackle. Pouting her lips and exhaling a puff of air through her nose, Edy raised a brow. "Don't think I haven't tried either. They don't call Ronin the sword for nothing." Actually no one called him that, save for Edy, and sadly, it was all just wishful thinking on her part. He could be sporting a baby-carrot for all she knew, though her fantasies of him suggested otherwise. Edy shot the bard a wink for his sly efforts, shucking off her robe and replacing it with her normal training garb. "Nahh...I'll go. I probably owe Ronin and apology or 8, and I know how you old men get if you haven't had your naps." Waltzing towards the door, Edy paused. "But we should all...probably meet, or whatever. Talk some things through?"