Maeve
Maeve waits for him to muse through the options she presents him with, trying her best to contain her smile. It isn't until he makes his decision that her grin shifts into something a bit more smug, "Prends un verre, Cal. Afraid you got it wrong. I don't know how to swim despite the fact that I was born and raised in Torchline." She informs him, laughing softly as she shrugs her slender shoulders. The bee thing was purposely misleading, but she was absolutely capable of it thanks to that fancy harmonica she received at the Nightmarket. "Halo doesn't have many bees, I don't think. Otherwise I'd show you."
She licks her lips, head cocking to the side, "Hmm... That's a tricky one. I think the lie is that you're an only child." Maeve arches a brow, waiting for him to confirm or deny as she raises the shot towards her lips in preparation to toss it back as she picks her next truths and lie. "I don't know my real name. I have two brothers. I make my own tea."
She licks her lips, head cocking to the side, "Hmm... That's a tricky one. I think the lie is that you're an only child." Maeve arches a brow, waiting for him to confirm or deny as she raises the shot towards her lips in preparation to toss it back as she picks her next truths and lie. "I don't know my real name. I have two brothers. I make my own tea."
'Cause it's too cold for you here and now
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
