flora
'Welllll, maybe I don't?' Flora trills, and if there's a way of twisting the words to suggest an innuendo, the girl tries for it. Crinkling her nose as she considers—life was a game, when you were the Doubletake—Flora briefly regards the ceiling for a moment before her gaze drops back to Eden. "Oh no, nothing like that, though I do receive quite a few packages of all kinds. Just that...maybe it's from a secret admirer?" Her eyes widen to emphasize this idea, before she too lets her chin rest in her hand, whether consciously or unconsciously mirroring the other girl.
"You must not be from around here though...I run a..." Pausing to feign consideration, Flora chews on the inside of her cheek for a moment as her eyes drink in the sharp and wildly interesting angles of her messenger's face. "..lost and found." She decides, eventually, not bothering to hide the way she searched her counterpart's eyes and body language for any indication that she knew of what Flora was referencing.
"You must not be from around here though...I run a..." Pausing to feign consideration, Flora chews on the inside of her cheek for a moment as her eyes drink in the sharp and wildly interesting angles of her messenger's face. "..lost and found." She decides, eventually, not bothering to hide the way she searched her counterpart's eyes and body language for any indication that she knew of what Flora was referencing.
damn they don't make them like this anymore