[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Bad ones? No, she’d nod affirmatively. Elfroot isn’t a bad one. You can get a puff after.

Meg smiled, humming an affirmative murmur, I won’t mind. Not one bit. Bertie trusted him and Nairn hadn’t led her astray on their wander, Nairn was a member she could potentially rely on. His laugh only solidified the easy smile across her face, enjoying how freely it fell compared to his usual stoic silence. He didn’t like the spotlight which was good, since she didn’t either.

Well, I am new, she’d playfully tease going up the ladder to reach his room. In the short few moments it took him to join her, a seed had planted itself in her mind. It simply wasn’t cosy enough, no blankets, cushions… catching what he had said but finding herself distracted.

You… need a plant, but arm first, flashing him a grin before turning to take off her outdoor clothes. [q]Whip off the shirt and I’ll take a look.[q] Hands loosened the scarf around her neck and then deposited it with the rest over a chair.

@Nairn