𝓛𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓮 (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hardbite) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} mercycovelogs, |
"No one whose said anything bad about you, if that's what you're worried about." Lenore teased gently at his scoff. She knew not everyone was as outgoing and energetic as she was. But Quinn had done nothing but help Lenore with her traumatizing situation. And anyone else who obviously needed healing. Healer or not, he had that stereotypical calming effect, no matter what he thought.
She didn't mind being a garbage disposal for such delicious treats. Of which she reached over and offered him some of the gourmet popcorn. His body language, eyes, and a small scent of his focus off the ground. So Lenore would keep talking and share their snacks, eyes briefly soaking up the view before them.
"Liquid courage kinda guy?" She teased back at him, taking a humble munching of the popcorn and enjoying a nice breeze that blew the scent of the cool air, everyone's food, the trees, the dirt. "Well if that's what it takes, I won't judge. Besides. Now I really have to see 'Party Quinn' in all of his glory." Not at work, not being reserved and polite to the others, just relaxed and carefree. Maybe he laughed. Maybe he was a giggly drunk. Either way, Lenore enjoyed his company and she wanted to see everyone in high spirits later on if he thought that's when the real party started.