&&. She never wanted to leave

“MMmmmmmmm, nah. You know, knowing this place, some crazy shit might happen.” Like last year. Oh, he doesn’t want to think about that, “If that happens, I don’t think anyone’ll have time to think about gifts and who they’re going to give it to.” If it’s anything like last year, maybe they’d have to worry about other things. “You…..weren’t here for last year’s Valentine’s Day were you?” He doesn’t remember. In fact, did she arrive this year? 

   ❛ I was not. ❜ She admits, head angling to admire an assorted bouquet of Carnations.

   ❛ However, I can well imagine the wreckage spurred by the minds of our benevolent captors. ❜ The Silver Queen harbours no reserve in promoting her disdain for those who keep them tethered to this prison, each syllable thick with venom. Still, she would not deign them the pleasure of tarnishing her presently clement mood. 

     NOW SHE LOOKED LIKE SHE DIDN’T BELONG HERE– fancy dress and regal manner didn’t exactly fit in around these parts… not that he would dispute it aloud. following her remark, he need only glance toward her cup to gather just what she was talking about; the girl was drinking absinthe. one could only hope she was ready for what came after that ‘ burn ’.

          “… hm. i’m surprised you’re not on your arse.” he answered coolly, setting his unfortunately barren tankard atop the counter and gesturing for another.

   ❛ I might say the same for you, Ser. ❜ Her voice oscillates between a tease and a taunt, their shared vicinity permitting a casual observation on the number of flagons already drained. In truth, she did feel a soupcon of the headiness that occurred after one too many.

   ❛ Though my senses have not been robbed, I fear another cup or more and your words wouldn’t have fallen far from the truth. ❜ 

   She admits, setting her own glass down sans request for a refill. Eyes flitting curiously over a menu.

  ❛ Romanus. ❜

   ❛ Do you have anyone to whom you plan presenting such gifts? ❜