[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Meg’s eyes squinted at him, giggling, What you gonna do, follow me like a shadow everywhere? Her head shook. Na, I’m really grateful for the help, really. I’m still getting used to this City-Living, so I’m glad.

She liked plants. Anything that required some level of nurturing she would throw herself into learning and helping to craft healthier, more effective varieties. When her attention finally broke on her little tangent she felt her cheeks warm at the sound of him chuckling, a nervous hand coming up to brush a lock of her hair back behind a reddening ear as he called her pretty.

The same one he now murmured close to sending a shiver down the healers spine. Megara held her breath and then the moment was gone as he pulled away, standing and leaving her there sat on the bench a flushed and distracted mess. Um.. sure. Yes. The tour! she chuckled to hide the sudden giddy awkwardness that made her leg bounce before she joined him to leave.

She needed a smoke. Desperately. Or she was going to reach for his hand at some point and Meg wasn’t sure if that was too soon or not. Maybe when they went out into the woods… or spent more time talking. She liked hearing him talk. Following him out, she’d busy her hands with finding her pipe, fingers packing it with practised ease even while on the slow move out of the garden.

Where to next Captain Nairn? pulling a hand back to playfully salute him with a grin.