More than pleased with Soh's reaction, Flora pads lightly up the stairs behind the Heart. 'Oooh, mix some wine with the lemonade. As long as it's white wine. Is it?" She chirps, before nodding her head that yes, they should set off right away. Flora had napped on the skyship over as she'd said, but the beds were hardly comfortable and she could use a little steam and heat.
Leaning against the counter in the kitchen, Flora frowns dramatically as she rests her head in her hands. "He has to think? As if men even do that." This latter sentiment was said with a helpful roll of her eyes. "Listen, you pour us each a drink and we'll have it on the way to the Eye. How's that?" The Doubletake asks, absolutely not wanting it to seem as though she wasn't taking her friend's concerns seriously, but also very much wanting a drink and to immerse herself in the warm waters of the Eye.
Leaning against the counter in the kitchen, Flora frowns dramatically as she rests her head in her hands. "He has to think? As if men even do that." This latter sentiment was said with a helpful roll of her eyes. "Listen, you pour us each a drink and we'll have it on the way to the Eye. How's that?" The Doubletake asks, absolutely not wanting it to seem as though she wasn't taking her friend's concerns seriously, but also very much wanting a drink and to immerse herself in the warm waters of the Eye.
flora
Argumentative, antithetical dream girl
