[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Nairn watched her as she checked the tree, Yeah. I could use a lesson or three on the woods. Ain't been outta the city too much. He admitted, as she settled next to him on the bench.

She talked about her loft, and he tilted his head, blue eyes wandering over her face. Y'know, you should start a community garden for the healers, back at the C. Ain't none of us too good with plants. He couldn't help but think she was too soft to be in-debted to the Coterie. He'd pester someone about that later; find out what she owed, if anything.

When she asked what else he liked, his cheeks flushed, and he shrugged. Whatcha wanna know about? I like lotsa stuff.