back and forth to calm the squall

"A blue green with hints of silver, perhaps," Isla concedes with a smirk, looking him over for a moment with the practiced eye of one who had been a duchess when she wasn't stitching people up for a living. Granted, this scrutiny just means that she gets a front row view of Varus spilling tea all down himself, Isla unable to stop the tinkle of her laughter ringing around the kitchen, however much she might try to hide it behind her cup. Reaching for the towel to relieve him of it so she might dab at his shirt (she'll be able to see the mess better), Isla nods. "Mm, I did. She needs me to collect the sea glass, and I need a way to electrically charge it. Oh, and some ice from the Sea of Glass in Halo. So I guess the next few dates are planned, if you're in?" She grins. If only she knew. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die