Isla
"Like a big, tall flower, yes," Isla agrees with Sunjata blooming, the medic grinning over her shoulder at him as she lingers in the kitchenette. She's absolutely not averse to wine with candy, nodding as if to tell the Flood that it's a good choice, before bending to get two glasses and a bottle of rich red wine. The more delicate stuff doesn't register at all in her tastebuds, so this is much better.
Once she's poured them both a drink, she returns to sit with him on the couch, setting down his glass and quickly dividing out the candies to be given to Ludo and the spirits. "Just so you don't accidentally start eating the offerings," she informs him, sipping her wine and raising her glass in a toast.
"I think you should start with some of the fruit ones, then move onto chocolate, and then finish with more fruit. It's what I would do," Isla informs him, as if this is a medical examination and not Jata eating sweets until he's sick.
She does blush, though, as they talk about Cal, not bothering to hide the warm smile on her face. "He's a good guy," she confirms quietly. "I think you'd like him."
Once she's poured them both a drink, she returns to sit with him on the couch, setting down his glass and quickly dividing out the candies to be given to Ludo and the spirits. "Just so you don't accidentally start eating the offerings," she informs him, sipping her wine and raising her glass in a toast.
"I think you should start with some of the fruit ones, then move onto chocolate, and then finish with more fruit. It's what I would do," Isla informs him, as if this is a medical examination and not Jata eating sweets until he's sick.
She does blush, though, as they talk about Cal, not bothering to hide the warm smile on her face. "He's a good guy," she confirms quietly. "I think you'd like him."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
