candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
"Have a lot of personal experience with cock pox, do you Jack?" Flora wonders with a flutter of eyelids. "Look at you with your business ethics." She adds, finding the distinction between pirate and smuggler, and now con-artist and whatever standards Jack had, fairly hilarious.
'I'm...wh?' Frowning, Flora turns her aqua stare back to her bowl. The mixture is now the colour of a tired plum and has indeed gotten quite thick. Shrugging, Flora begins scooping them into the muffin tin while a few hels return to her windowsill to keep watch.
"What, like it's hard?" Flora wondersdoing her best Elle Woods impression as she closes the over door. "Besides, I heard there's someone else in your line of work traveling around. Apparently, he's able to get all sorts of hard to get items." Grinning, Flora shrugs coyly. "I even reached out to him myself to see if he could give me a hand." She says, wanting to make Jack feel jealous that she hadn't gone to him first.
'I'm...wh?' Frowning, Flora turns her aqua stare back to her bowl. The mixture is now the colour of a tired plum and has indeed gotten quite thick. Shrugging, Flora begins scooping them into the muffin tin while a few hels return to her windowsill to keep watch.
"What, like it's hard?" Flora wonders
