to heal a wound, you need to stop touching it
Your words? I'll warn Sunjata that being so unimaginative is unlikely to impress in the bedroom." Vai grins back, having no qualms about feeding into this scandal, and she nods her confirmation about the room. "He did, indeed. And I imagine it must have been a well-kept secret, though quite why is beyond me." Unless it was in someone's house or something, which Vai supposes would be reasonable. Sort of. But she's biased.
Nate speaks again and Vai pauses with the spoon en route to her mouth, the witch smiling softly to him. "Well, rest assured that if this is how you want to take care of me, it is well-received," she says, keeping her tone breezy and casual. As he's explaining about the spices she's already digging in, humming appreciatively and plopping onto one of the seats in the waiting area.
"It's fucking good," she tells him in no uncertain terms, blue eyes flicking up to meet his stare. "Where did you learn to cook?" Vai already knows, in bits and pieces, but she's too polite to take advantage of things said in a delirium.
Nate speaks again and Vai pauses with the spoon en route to her mouth, the witch smiling softly to him. "Well, rest assured that if this is how you want to take care of me, it is well-received," she says, keeping her tone breezy and casual. As he's explaining about the spices she's already digging in, humming appreciatively and plopping onto one of the seats in the waiting area.
"It's fucking good," she tells him in no uncertain terms, blue eyes flicking up to meet his stare. "Where did you learn to cook?" Vai already knows, in bits and pieces, but she's too polite to take advantage of things said in a delirium.
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