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Gretel (_gretel) wrote in makebelievelog,

Before Hansel arrived with his breakfast, Gretel kept an eye on him from around Wade's shoulder. Maybe to make sure he didn't get lost, or get grumbly with one of the other castle residents, but mostly because she felt very uneasy letting him out of her sight just yet. When her masked company spoke again, mentioning flirtations and his constant proximity to her room, one thin brow nudged up over the other, tugging with it the same corner of her mouth as if the two were connected by an invisible string. The look carried both amusement and challenge, and was warm in nature. It was a mien that went well with her dark little chuckle and said It's your funeral.

Back to watching her brother round the cooked meats, she nodded. Wade had a very good point; Hansel really didn't like when people knew about his affliction. Best not to spring it on him. "Don't worry about that right now," she told Wade, letting her eyes slide back to his face -or, the mask, anyway - leaning forward on the table to keep the words between them. "For now, just let me bring that up."

When Hansel sat back down with them, she helped herself to a piece of his bacon, prepared to bat away any counter-measure in the process.

"This is the mercenary I told you about," she told him casually.