"But you could fill the farmhouse from head to toe and make it cozy. This place wouldn't feel this small if I didn't fill it with things, I think," he was tall enough in comparison to her that she had to tilt her head back just to look him in the eye. Of course, this position didn't last long when he moved away for her to pass once more.
She sighed, as if somewhat disappointed but kept her smile pleasantly uplifted across her mouth anyway. Lyra wondered what Lizette might do. Probably very terrible things at this point and then she'd gossip with Lyra about it the next day. She pursed her lips and paused, turning her body the smallest bit toward him.
She was anxiously pulling at her fingers and opened her mouth as if to say something, almost leaned up on the toes.. but then lost her nerve, sank back down and made a move to hurry off toward the kitchen.
"I have water, juice.. apple, pumpkin and grape, uhm, and if you prefer I might have Moscato wine..." she said, breathlessly.