she's the kind of girl you can never please
No lamb, noted. "Then I definitely have the perfect spot for us," she assures, already mentally planning five steps ahead to what meal she would want for herself and how busy the restaurant would be. Though, as Alys smiles, it brings Hotaru out of her thoughts and back into the moment to appreciate what seems to be a rare expression from the woman. Smiling back in much the same manner, Hotaru touches her shoulder in a barely-there parting touch before heading to the adjacent aisle to get Alys some proper warm under layers. Luckily it doesn't take long as the colors are basic given they're rarely ever seen anyway and only utilized for sleeping in the coldest seasons or layering beneath clothes when beyond the Citadel walls. That doesn't mean Ru doesn't get every color anyway. Oops.
It means she can arrive just in time to see Alys attempting to purchase her gloves. "Sneaky," Hotaru says from right behind her, smirking with clear approval. "But not sneaky enough. Here, take this while I get these." Handing Alys the second bag to keep her hands too full to barter, the Valkyrie then bumps her hips against the Seer's to jolt her out of the way. "Just these and the bag and the horrible torture of being spoiled is over." Amusement flickers like firelight in her mismatched eyes as she smirks over her shoulder, pleased to make the other woman suffer in such a positive way.
Hotaru
