Re: You have the moral backbone of a chocolate éclair.
She'd been so engrossed in what she was reading that Frankie hadn't noticed right away that Qiana had come into the room where she was working. The ectomancer laughed as her cousin's butt met her lap and she lost her spot in her book.
"My dick, now." she said loudly, she raised her hands (one still holding her book), so she didn't touch Qiana (much like a patron at a strip club might).
She spied the bag on the table and smirked. "I was trying to see if I could translate this," Frankie indicated the book she held, before she set it down on the table. "I was thinking of asking one of the Einherjar to help." The warrior spirits visited Asgard on occasion and while intimidating, they were fairly helpful.
Frankie shook her head before asking after her relative."How'd you get a day off?" she asked, her eyes narrowed. "Everything okay with everyone?" Frankie knew her cousin worked hard to make the royal family beautiful. And the fact that it kept growing meant even more work for the designer. "I'm glad to see you," Her eyes traveled back to that bag. "What's in the bag?"