How Flora prepared for the day was probably anything but effortless, as Hadama could also attest to from his own daily routines. But the important thing was that she looked effortlessly stylish and put together. His own expression softened as she came into view, looking unexpectedly mature compared to the girl he had met before the War.
"Hmm. Does a mimosa count as a fruit?" he inquired, his usual solemnity leavened with fondness and his appreciation of her humor. He did not know if she had forgiven him yet, but it felt good to banter with his friend again.
"Indeed. The Hanged Man is in good standing." He spoke gravely, in spite of his bemusement. He hadn't been aware that Torchline even had permits. Perhaps it was something to look into? ...No, that would be taking the joke too far, he decided after a moment's consideration. "How is business? And how are you?" The latter was asked in a gentler tone and was more important than the former, but she had much to be proud of with how well-attended the bar's re-opening had been.
"Hmm. Does a mimosa count as a fruit?" he inquired, his usual solemnity leavened with fondness and his appreciation of her humor. He did not know if she had forgiven him yet, but it felt good to banter with his friend again.
"Indeed. The Hanged Man is in good standing." He spoke gravely, in spite of his bemusement. He hadn't been aware that Torchline even had permits. Perhaps it was something to look into? ...No, that would be taking the joke too far, he decided after a moment's consideration. "How is business? And how are you?" The latter was asked in a gentler tone and was more important than the former, but she had much to be proud of with how well-attended the bar's re-opening had been.
