never be so kind you forget to be clever
"No, yeah." Flora says with a quick nod. "I know. I've seen a Tulmhainar actually." She adds with a casual hasn't everyone? no? oh, how about that sort of shrug.
"Still warmer than other parts of the world." Flora astutely points out, before Jack reaches for the rug underfoot and begins the motions of yanking it out. Smiling into her drink, the girl raises a rather challenging eyebrow at one of her icecubes before fixing Jack with her best and brightest stare. "Interesting." She purrs. "Now why would dear old have anything to say about me having a nice friendly drink here with you, Jack?" Flora wants to know, her heart beating faster. "Unless this isn't a nice friendly drink? But in my experience—" (read: in Vai's stories) "—nice unfriendly drinks don't normally come with guys concerned about the girl's dad."
There. Had that worked? Painting Jack out to be a coward? Taking a healthy sip of her drink, Flora tries to seem like the only thing she's holding is Jack's stare.
"Still warmer than other parts of the world." Flora astutely points out, before Jack reaches for the rug underfoot and begins the motions of yanking it out. Smiling into her drink, the girl raises a rather challenging eyebrow at one of her icecubes before fixing Jack with her best and brightest stare. "Interesting." She purrs. "Now why would dear old
There. Had that worked? Painting Jack out to be a coward? Taking a healthy sip of her drink, Flora tries to seem like the only thing she's holding is Jack's stare.
