*watches you carefully, wondering, now, whether she's walked into the snare already (though she cannot bring herself to care, when you seem content to enjoy this strange peace along with her)*
*pauses, seeing a glint of real mischievous intent in your expression (surely you're teasing?)* Well... of course they would, I suppose. *laughs a touch whimsically, stretching her arm over her head and arching her spine* And we would make such a lovely front-page attraction. Írissë would hate it.Lily would hate it.