Re: Troy & Illyana & open
"Stop, Troy," Illyana said to his compliments, although her tone clearly called for the Navajo to continue. She nodded her head when he agreed with her about the ice-based beverage and then allowed her smile to curve upwards when he did not stop saying nice things to her. "If you have been talking to any witches behind my back, I may have to punish you," Illyana whispered into his ear when she brought the straw back to Troy.
"Oh, I love big pumpkins," Magik said with a laugh, and then arched her back to push out her - what did Troy call them? Sweater-bunnies. "Yes, three feet." The metric taught Russian orphans confirmed after a moment to think about it. "Or one Troy as I call it," oh she was being naughty this morning. David must have entered the Festival. "You can bore me with names. You are cuter when get nerdy about something," she told him and gave up a secret she'd probably regret later.