Tasteless [OPEN]

“Only frozen ground and a bevy of strong men to help me,” she retorts in a manner that very clearly means, obviously. These hands can only do so much hard labor before they become somewhat useless. “Come spring or summer, I’ll… try and repurpose a place, I guess.” Lily shrugs. The plans for such a place have only ever lived in her head, and now that she thinks about it, many of the materials she’s envisioned may be rather difficult to find. Oh well. One step at a time. And speaking of steps - As the burning sensation begins to recede from her fingers and toes, Lily suddenly finds herself utterly exhausted. This exhaustion doesn’t keep her from laughing outright at his last statement, though: a full, throaty sound that ends in a half sigh. “Well then we shall have to do two things: play together - if they even have such things as pianos here - and make sure we never believe a word of flattery that falls from the other’s lips, hmmm?” A large yawn seems to fall out of her mouth and into her lap as she tests her body once more. Finding it more or less to her satisfaction, she pulls herself up a nearby armchair and curls up into a little red ball. “Thank you for being an excellent distraction, Lucas. I owe you a drink.” Of what, exactly, is not specified. lily as if you were on fire from within the moon lives in the lining of your skin