{se} It's off to work we go

Evie

His amusement is to be expected, and luckily doesn't add too much fuel to the flames of her irritation. Times like these - few though they may be given her normal easygoing attitude - remnants of the young woman she once was shine through in the stomping, pouting, huffing ways she displays her grumpiness. Normally she'd be rather embarrassed to show it so blatantly, but it's clear Deimos merely finds it amusing that the tables have turned. Plus it's not like he hasn't seen her in all manner of mood and circumstance.

She pauses momentarily in her disgruntled pacing as he rolls up his sleeves, ogling him shamelessly before moving on. She's owed it okay? This sucks.

"They should, because we get so few of them," she retorts with a huff, turning her head to the west when her magic trips over something more compact than rock. Wandering closer and frowning as she tries to estimate whether it's the grouped-together natural of rubies, her eyes attempt to spot any external signs that might prove the dig won't be too much of a pain. No luck - of course. "Can I sweeten you into helping so we can grab the whole chunk and leave?" Surely he would help regardless, but asking means she can give him puppy eyes from over her shoulder.

if this love does not call itself a wildfire
then I don't want it at all