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Date: 2023-10-28 09:26 pm (UTC)
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[ As she's lifted up, a hand drapes lazily over shoulder while the other goes to lightly hold her own hat in place on her head. ]

I wouldn't deprive her either but Delores can get her own hat.

[ Once the hat is back in her hands with no shenanigans or threat of it being thrown again, Hilda makes a show of contemplating having it rest on his head. Just as she's inches from doing so she settles it atop her other hat on her head and leans into him to give him a kiss on the cheek instead. Sylvain would be spared having to wear it again she supposed. At least he was spared today. ]

What were you going to make? Can I watch?

Date: 2023-10-28 10:06 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] theidlemaiden
I'll eat anything you make as long as we can go get a dessert after.

[ Once they're through the veranda doors she deposits her hats onto the hat stand by the door. Their new addition to the loft slumbers on a pillow near the window with the lizards nestled in the crook of the wyvern's tail. ]

Unless you're busy later and have plans. I guess I can go fend for myself for dessert with Veliki and Mali.

[ Even now she can't stop herself from playing the cautionary card. Not that her voice betrays any of that. ]

Date: 2023-10-28 10:26 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] theidlemaiden
Just don't complain if I make it too complicated!

[ As he retreats back towards his room she's left warm all over – from the kiss he had left at the top of her head down to her toes that are warmed by the patch of sunlight streaming through the windows to the lingering heat in her cheeks as a remnant from his words.

It's only once she hears the door click behind him that she lets out a breath. Her hands flutter to rest over her heart and she stares at the closed door taking in the way how quickly her heart races.

She lingers there a breath more, gripping the fabric of her dress lightly before pulling herself together to head towards the kitchen left alone again with her butterflies and her thoughts. ]
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