“You know me,” Lucy said, playfully flexing her muscles, “Tiny Asian woman by day…. Sunscreen wielding superhero by later day.” She teased, but moved towards Felix anyway, ready to assist him when he was ready.
“I don’t have any tattoos, but I’ve always sort of wanted one.” Lucy grinned, “I thought about getting something in Elvish on my arm. Or you know, something cute like a butterfly.”