"He's a right fuck." Edy summarized with a shrug, which quickly turned into a smirk. The first time she'd met Amalia she thought the librarian had been 10/10 bangable. Then she'd turned screechy, then...basically dead. So Edy's feelings towards the baker were garbled, to say the least.
"Melons eh?" Edy cackled, winking at Isuma. "Your eye sight really must be getting old." Pulling her top back down and stifling a joke about telling how melons were ripe, Edy took an elongated and nimble step closer. "Okay okay, one more." She urged, before wiggling her fingers dexterously and reaching a hand towards one of the bard's droopier pockets. With any luck, her long fingers would snag whatever was inside while she stuck her tongue out at Isuma for the bard to guess at
"Melons eh?" Edy cackled, winking at Isuma. "Your eye sight really must be getting old." Pulling her top back down and stifling a joke about telling how melons were ripe, Edy took an elongated and nimble step closer. "Okay okay, one more." She urged, before wiggling her fingers dexterously and reaching a hand towards one of the bard's droopier pockets. With any luck, her long fingers would snag whatever was inside while she stuck her tongue out at Isuma for the bard to guess at
