Knowing Mercy’s sense of humor had Poppy smiling. As did the hug from her friend. “Cute, and here I was making the bagel look nice for you,” she quipped, gesturing at the spread she had set up. It was obvious to her that whatever was going on with the taller woman was serious, but at the same time she wouldn’t poke or pry. This was a place of relaxation and rest, where people could open up in their own time, without being forced.
Her goal with inviting Mercy over was to give her a break, and possibly to get some feedback on her new bagel recipe. “Flowers are overrated, mostly.” While she was a fan of fresh flowers, especially the ones she was named after, she hoped Mercy knew that gifts weren’t necessary. That was the beauty of being friends, even with someone who was usually free of stress. Besides, as far as Poppy was concerned, giving Mercy a forum to say what she wanted, judgment-free, was worth a teensy bit of stress.
Leading Mercy over to the couch, she gently pushed her to sit. “Do you want to see if I have a t-shirt and pair of shorts you can borrow?” she offered, wanting the other to be comfortable.
Taking a seat next to her friend, she smirked at the statement. “Oh? Was it a cute guy?” She paused. “Well, if he’s making you look like that just talking about him, he must be something else.”