[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Head lifted the minute he confirmed he did, the shy grin widening as he produced it from his pocket. The added compliment brought a light flush to her cheeks causing her to nod, I’m glad. I was making a dress and had some left over.

His question though, made her pause, blinking but after a chuckle she obliged him. Here, I’ll show you, her fingers taking the edges, unfolding out, refolding and to draw the fabric lightly across her face so only her eyes were uncovered. Then you tie it, see.. Want a try? If he let her, she'd tie it for him, tugging it back down by the hanging corner with an added Boo!

When her chuckles died down Meg realised he was… worried? Not in general, but for her. She’d been singled out. Watching him between slow sips of her beer, his sweet intentions were not lost on her despite her sus’ing Ruth’s game early. Nairn was very different, and she’d already begun to understand that ever since he’d stayed under her care. Bloodloss made people say very strange things indeed.

Her smile softened, head tilting a little. It is. And it’s his too, no? Megara snorted, still… I wouldn’t let him touch me. Her upper body fell to bump her shoulder lightly against his, pulling back a short distance with a grin. But thanks, it’s nice knowing you.. I mean folks, are looking out for me, being new still.

As Nairn made a glance towards Ruth, the elf made a point of looking anywhere else other than the direction of the bar. Apparently there was something important in his untouched drink, the show too enrapturing to take a sip in case missing something vitally embarrassing, which would no doubt be dissected later by the pair. Ruth offered him a small wave and an equally wide grin.

Keep going…