Reagan & Viola | Evening; Directly after her dance with Luke | Town Circle
She glanced down at her own dress as Vi stooped to inspect it closer and beamed at the praise, unable to accept it with any modicum of the humble grace or poise that she would ordinarily exhibit when a very fancy Clove woman, such as Vi, spoke favorably of her talents. "Thank you. I did them myself," she chirped proudly, and was just raising her drink back to her lips when Viola's gushing caused her to visibly sputter ale back into her cup.
That man? Experienced pair?!
She waved one hand in front of her as she struggled for composure, her cheeks burning with rosy color. "Gods, no," she choked out. "No. No." She paused, and then added a third "No," for good measure. "We are not a pair. And we are most certainly not... experienced. At anything." Except arguing, she thought ruefully. And maybe there was something to be said about their dancing, but certainly not the kind of dancing that Vi was implying with that impish look.
"He's... that's... that's Luke," she muttered lamely, and waved her hand in the absent direction of the dance floor as though that should explain enough about that.