#flamereign.02

Hearts. Chocolates. Cute faces and matching manikins. Had it been this time last year, they’d be devoid of meaning, chalked up to cute images which would fade in a winking instance. But now she muses that perhaps she should participate.

Uncertain of expectations, or even what to provide for a person like Lea, she starts out a simple: a box of chocolates to share for the two of them. Because what meal can you make, what comfort can you provide, for someone who has seen everything the cosmos has to offer, who has lived to the end of the universe and back?

If there’s any positive to this situation, it’s that they get to lounge around while they look. Lea’s on the Gummiphone, presumably taking notes or searching that way. They’re waiting, too, to hear back from Leon, who’s recently got a pad of his own, also tired of staying with Merlin and the whole gang.

The sharpie’s uncapped and a large X is drawn over the picture originally circled, and she goes back to skimming the page.  ❝ So... two bedrooms is really as big as we’re going, huh... But, I still want a garden! And there has to be two floors at the least, so we have some space from guests whenever we have them. No ranches. No apartments. Condos will do, though. ❞