Clarisse can't stop grinning. "Cool," she agrees, and gives Abby's wrist a little squeeze before releasing it.
They're both still a little red in the face, self-conscious about their own happiness, but it feels like her stomach untied all its knots as soon as Abby said yeah, and she relaxes into the way she's sitting on the bed, letting her leg knock against Abby's without a second thought. This is good. It feels right. She's really happy.
And now that she's not on the verge of some kind of attack, Clarisse is hungry, too. She reaches for a slice of toast and lifts it to her mouth, but a thought occurs to her before she takes a bite. "Does this mean I get to take you out?"
Yeah, Abby is too. She's grinning into her coffee, reaching for an apple slice and dipping it luxuriously into the little carafe of honey. "Sure."
Take you out. Like on a date, she means — and she didn't think Clarisse was gonna be so smooth about asking her that either, it's a delightful surprise. She's already looking forward to it. Maybe they'll go out and get good food together; maybe they can find a cool place to go for a hike.
With the slice of apple in her mouth she says, "Does this mean you're gonna bring breakfast back up to the room for me all the time, or only on special occasions?"
Because it wouldn't be them if she wasn't getting a dig in at Clarisse, so hopefully she didn't think she was about to get some kind of reprieve.
Good. She wants to do that. And she's not going to subject Abby to flying more than she has to, but she knows some cool places. Now that they have the eluvians, they don't even have to wait for Kirkwall winter to ease up.
Clarisse has just bitten off approximately half of the piece of toast in her hand, but she snorts and nudges Abby with her elbow, pleased. It feels so good to have Abby tease her again, and to shove her in response, without any lingering awkwardness. Just like how it used to be between them, only now there are some extra bonuses.
"Only on days you deserve it." It's not, on the surface, any different from something she might have said to Abby a few months ago, or last year even. But now there's a definite shift in the tone. Sure, as far as flirting goes it's not her best work, but it's been a while.
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They're both still a little red in the face, self-conscious about their own happiness, but it feels like her stomach untied all its knots as soon as Abby said yeah, and she relaxes into the way she's sitting on the bed, letting her leg knock against Abby's without a second thought. This is good. It feels right. She's really happy.
And now that she's not on the verge of some kind of attack, Clarisse is hungry, too. She reaches for a slice of toast and lifts it to her mouth, but a thought occurs to her before she takes a bite. "Does this mean I get to take you out?"
Okay, now toast.
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Take you out. Like on a date, she means — and she didn't think Clarisse was gonna be so smooth about asking her that either, it's a delightful surprise. She's already looking forward to it. Maybe they'll go out and get good food together; maybe they can find a cool place to go for a hike.
With the slice of apple in her mouth she says, "Does this mean you're gonna bring breakfast back up to the room for me all the time, or only on special occasions?"
Because it wouldn't be them if she wasn't getting a dig in at Clarisse, so hopefully she didn't think she was about to get some kind of reprieve.
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Clarisse has just bitten off approximately half of the piece of toast in her hand, but she snorts and nudges Abby with her elbow, pleased. It feels so good to have Abby tease her again, and to shove her in response, without any lingering awkwardness. Just like how it used to be between them, only now there are some extra bonuses.
"Only on days you deserve it." It's not, on the surface, any different from something she might have said to Abby a few months ago, or last year even. But now there's a definite shift in the tone. Sure, as far as flirting goes it's not her best work, but it's been a while.