Evie
through her, in a rush of musk and saffron
Chuckling fondly under her breath at his plainly shameless answer, Evie once again shelves the long-held thought that perhaps he needs an intervention and instead focuses on their nearly-done meal. Micah - beginning to doze in the middle of the kitchen floor as his fully belly catches up to him - doesn't seem to understand why she needs to eat, clearly believing his own fullness to be universal, and Evie stifles her laugh when she figures out that strange bit of logic through their new bond.
Deimos' rumbling stomach makes her smirk at him, though her own pangs silently in agreement. Even the salad smells amazing, and it barely has a smell at all until Deimos drizzles the vinaigrette over it.
Retrieving plates and utensils, Evie dishes them up with the fish and slides them over for Deimos to anoint their surfaces with salad. Only to snort, shooting down his examples. "And how many of those still count if you take away any that were for the sake of work or the seasonal celebration?" If he can provide an example maybe she will lower her daring eyebrow and silence her mirthfully twisting lips.
Deimos' rumbling stomach makes her smirk at him, though her own pangs silently in agreement. Even the salad smells amazing, and it barely has a smell at all until Deimos drizzles the vinaigrette over it.
Retrieving plates and utensils, Evie dishes them up with the fish and slides them over for Deimos to anoint their surfaces with salad. Only to snort, shooting down his examples. "And how many of those still count if you take away any that were for the sake of work or the seasonal celebration?" If he can provide an example maybe she will lower her daring eyebrow and silence her mirthfully twisting lips.
beauty falls into disarray
