[SE] incendiary and full of light

evie The kind of flawless I wish I could be Even as they eye one another more like cowboys in an old Western about to duel in the main street, there is an underlying lightness, a humor that - for Evie, eternally incapable of keeping a pokerface when the stakes are so minimal - is difficult to conceal. The hold of her own thighs around his waist means she barely dips as he withdraws one of his hands to procure a second bar in offering. Evie eyes it, magpie tendencies insistent she check that it is of fair and equal value (read: has chocolate too) before she agrees to his terms. Imperious and decisive, she nods firmly, and brings the boot closer with a little nudge from her magic. Pulling one hand away from where it had been stabilizing against his shoulder, she plucks it from the air - and then holds herself with only her legs so that she might open the other palm up, awaiting the trade. Biting the corner of her lip to try and force it into a neutral expression, Evie lets one brow rise expectantly as if to say ready?