. . . [ Did he say something? Whether she can't hear because of the flowerworks or just because she doesn't seem to be retaining anything, she doesn't know. She just stares, frozen, and for the first time she's noticing how close their faces are. She tries to lean back, feeling self-conscious, but in the end, whatever large part of her that wanted this seems to keep her in place.
She might be a little shaky from the anticipation, not knowing what might happen. Her hand grips whatever it could at the time; she thought it was Bunlock, but she honestly can't tell, and he might have fallen off her lap and onto the blanket. ]
Uh... I, I don't... [ know? ...She somehow manages to laugh. Nerves danced as she bit her lip. Something about taste? Sure. ] You'll have try one, and... and tell me.
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She might be a little shaky from the anticipation, not knowing what might happen. Her hand grips whatever it could at the time; she thought it was Bunlock, but she honestly can't tell, and he might have fallen off her lap and onto the blanket. ]
Uh... I, I don't... [ know? ...She somehow manages to laugh. Nerves danced as she bit her lip. Something about taste? Sure. ] You'll have try one, and... and tell me.