Re: Mother Wit
She'd been bent over her (more or less) work table, tinkering with something she hoped to share with Torben when it was ready, when she heard the familiar sound of a bike bell. Her own bike was a few feet behind her, but she hadn't intended on using it until later. Or maybe not at all. It was her birthday, after all. "I know you're in there." Oh my.
"I'd hope so!" she called back. It was Nate. Their wedding rings shared a mystical connection which doubled as a stalker app. The queen did a wide side-step to allow herself sight out of the small window on the side of the cottage she was facing. He... was on a bicycle. Her fond smirk deepened gradually until it turned into a grin and then a laugh. Her hands released her tools and Eva moved toward the door, then stopped and grabbed her bike. Right. Bike. "I love tipsy cycling," she confirmed as she walked the bike up next to Nate, then leaned in, hoping for a kiss. Her eyes spied the basket and she smiled with amusement at his gesture and the quaintness of it all.
"Since when do you ride?" she challenged in a gruffer tone than usual, then made an exaggerated swing of her leg to get onto the bike, as if she were mounting a motorcycle.