Re: Troy & Illyana & open
In the cadence of Father Guido Sarducci, Troy replied, "I dunno, maybe 6, 7 people? Maybe 'til New Year's? Probably." Her question was rhetorical, he knew, mostly because she'd gone into Colossus-mode.
Aw, lil bear hug. Troy returned her squeeze and had smirked very hard at 'my Troy'. "You're welcome, Illy-lily," he said with amusement in his tone and craned for a strong sniff of the flower adorning the blonde's pretty head. The two scents intermingling was a combo move Troy intended to take credit for. "Very nize," Borat approved.
Whoa! The infamous jokester was given the first (and he'd bet best) laugh of the day when Illyana said 'big titty pumpkins'.
"You don't need me to show you off," he'd only get in the way, "but I'll walk you through some squash," he continued his Lin-Manuel style line: "Now you can't keep sayin' titties so loud," chuckle, "or someone will go off."
It was a kid-friendly event, after all. He didn't feel like dealing with Karens or security this early in the day. It was going too good. Because kisses, mostly. "Those brave souls," Troy interjected about the apples. "Fallen heroes." Fallen galas and fujis, though, really. "But I'm creepin' more than workin', so if you wanna shoot fruit, lezgo."