Rose Zeller (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _rose_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
“A week or two,” she agreed with a fond smile, though she still leaned in with a concerned look in her eyes. “And if you’re not ready by then, you can talk me through it. Is there anything I can do to help you, I don’t know, do exercises that might help?” Maybe they couldn’t spar or learn new moves, but recuperation was a big part of being able to defend yourself, and taking care of Rolf in any way she could, was always at the forefront of Rose’s mind.
Seeing that winning smile had Rose tilt her head and purse her lips slightly. “But I hear French Polynesia’s lovely this time of year,” she pouted prettily, then smirked and shrugged. “Of course, if we only go for a day or two, it should probably be in a timezone not too different from here.” With a push of her hands, she scooted to the edge of the kitchen counter so she could look at the map over his shoulder. Resting her cheek on his shoulder, she closed her eyes and circled her finger over the area where she knew Europe would be, before she set it down. “How did I do?” she asked and looked at Rolf instead of the map.
Playfully Rose snapped at Rolf’s fingers as he pretended to flick her nose. When this physical closeness had appeared, she didn’t know. It had just sort of grown as a natural part of their friendship though it hadn’t been until the last year or so that she had begun savouring it in a way that was far from sisterly or even friendly.
She licked her lips as she watched him serve the food, almost purring at the thought of actually eating it. “Ah, thank you kindly, good sir,” she grinned back up at him. “If you could lead the way, I believe we shall dine in the eastern dining hall today?” She followed him to the table, grabbing her glass of wine on the way and almost immediately pulled up one foot to make herself comfortable as they ate. “Sweet Helga, this is good,” she appreciated aloud after her first bite. “I might just apply to adopt you or take you on as personal chef.”