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"Ew, agreed." She'd endured the fish last time despite how weird it was and how much it tickled, mostly because Flora could just look away from the basin. But if it was her hands? Blech. No thanks. Frowning, her nose crinkling up such that the lines across the bridge of her nose nearly reaches her eyebrows, Flora tilted her head. "Pasto-oh! For a minute I thought you meant you were like..some religious leader or something." This is said with no small amount of relief on Flora's part. "That's cool though. Mateo's friend's mom is a doctor. Like, a real one. Not a magic one." Real doctors seemed to be in short supply these days, not that it was terribly surprising of course. But even someone like Flora could appreciate the elbow-grease that went into actually learning a skill rather than just magic-ing it into reality.
The clink of Isla's glass has Flora's attention focused on her gin once more, and without even a thought she lifts it to her lips. "Oh yeah, I noticed." Nosing toward the glisten of Isla's horns amidst her curls as evidence of this, Flora sets the bottle back down and pushes it toward Isla in case the new-ancient needed a refill. "Do you like it? Being an Ancient?"
The clink of Isla's glass has Flora's attention focused on her gin once more, and without even a thought she lifts it to her lips. "Oh yeah, I noticed." Nosing toward the glisten of Isla's horns amidst her curls as evidence of this, Flora sets the bottle back down and pushes it toward Isla in case the new-ancient needed a refill. "Do you like it? Being an Ancient?"
