"Climbing poles..." Lorna giggled, pawing at the air, hand over hand, as she imagine Logan going up a pole to tinker with electricity. "I guess if our power goes out I'll know who to get in touch with." Note to self: Sabotage the circuit breakers.
Her nose wrinkled as she caught a whiff of the cigar, but it wasn't a bad scent. She had noticed when she hugged him too - it reminded her of anise and red wine and pipe tobacco, things that were forbidden but were still intriguing in a way. "I didn't have any plans. I just come to feed the ducks," Lorna explained, opening the bag to toss a few pieces to some waddling babies. "They're so cute, aren't they? I really want a pet. But I don't know when...or if...I'm going back home."