candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Crinkling her nose but preferring Jack's company over nothing, Flora just huffs as he smokes OuT Of ThE WinDow. "You know." She answers sounding impatient. "The one to the Deepfrost deity or whatever. The whole reason it's so miserably cold when it should be bright and sunny."
"My...? Oh! Jack!." Swatting at his shoulder as if it was entirely his responsibility to have been watching the cupcakes, Flora grabs for some towels to protect her hands as she pulls the muffin pan out of the oven. These ones are even more burnt than the last, and having smelled both the charcoal muffins and Jack's smoke, the remaining Hels decide to try somewhere else for their lunch.
Dropping the tray onto the counter, Flora sighs. Outwardly she's just as dramatic and childish as always, but inwardly all her lusty thoughts of the captain have been replaced by ones of inattentive fathers and dead grandmothers. '...well, maybe I can just say they're chocolate.' She says dismally, glad that the whiskey-heat on her cheeks will hide her genuine flush of sadness.
"My...? Oh! Jack!." Swatting at his shoulder as if it was entirely his responsibility to have been watching the cupcakes, Flora grabs for some towels to protect her hands as she pulls the muffin pan out of the oven. These ones are even more burnt than the last, and having smelled both the charcoal muffins and Jack's smoke, the remaining Hels decide to try somewhere else for their lunch.
Dropping the tray onto the counter, Flora sighs. Outwardly she's just as dramatic and childish as always, but inwardly all her lusty thoughts of the captain have been replaced by ones of inattentive fathers and dead grandmothers. '...well, maybe I can just say they're chocolate.' She says dismally, glad that the whiskey-heat on her cheeks will hide her genuine flush of sadness.
