[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Sitting behind him provided shelter from him seeing the grin spreading across her face. Though, as he began to nervously babble her sweeping touch paused, Oh... okay. This'll feel really warm for a bit, but you'll feel a whole lot looser. After readjusting her seat and arranging her hands Megara settled, letting the magic flow easily into his shoulder.

I don't have any more, but yeah, I should get some sleep. Be fresh for tomorrow. There weren't any assignments for her, but he had given her an idea to run past old Bertie. A herb garden would make a fine addition to the groups wellbeing, maybe even make them a bit of money on the side.

Shifting off the couch she'd slowly gather her things all while she gibbered about the garden. And we'll obviously need pots and soil... Oh. I should get some fresh seeds too... She'd pause at the hatch threshold, her head still poking out to smile up at him. I hope it feels better, Nairn. If you need anythin' just come by yeah? Thanks for the idea too.

Her hand left the rung to give him a small wave and then casting a look back, slowly began to work her way down the ladder and home.

Fin
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