heathen’s kiss

She blinks at him, confused by his statement at first. Well...yes, he might need something else which is why...oh. Oh. Her cheeks flared red then, but he had already retreated into the bathroom. Clearly he was quite the flirt! That was something she was going to have to get used to if she was ever going to survive this thing without constantly blushing. But soon enough her mind is off of it, focusing on making breakfast. When he finally came back out and sat, she brought him a plate and a cup of tea to wash it all down. It was quite nice cooking for someone other than herself. Pim came trotting in at that point, looking for his own breakfast - a nice big plate of meat scraps and a few bones to chew on that she set on the floor for him. "They are my favorite, so I make them a lot." she admitted with a smile his direction before she came over with her own plate, which had less than half the amount of food she had served him. "So uhm..." she said after a moment, allowing him to dig into his breakfast. "How often will I see you?" she asked, wondering how much being a thing involved. Phoebe In a gentle way, you can shake the world