Petra wasn't really fussy about her sexuality, though she generally fell into the higher numbers on the Kinsey scale. Lately, however, she didn't want to think about romance or sex at all. Not since being left at the altar by the only woman she ever thought she could truly love. That sort of thing had a way of crushing a person, even someone as arrogant and self-centred as Petra. Harmless flirting, however, never hurt anyone.
Glancing down at the glinting ornaments, Petra shrugged a shoulder, "I hadn't really thought that far ahead. We could wrap them in a garbage bag and take a large wooden spoon to them, I suppose. I wouldn't want to break them in your bath," she looked back up at Elisabeth. "Just in case we missed any shards or what have you."