[ Oh! She isn't expecting anything as courtly as a bow at all; the curtsy that he receives in return might have been given more awkwardly, if not for the fact that she's recently had plenty of practice with such gestures from the last dreamscape. ]
I do, too.
[ In that, he is so right. At his mentioning cider, though, her demeanor brightens as she claps her hands together, and the flowers in her hair bounce in tune with the delighted hum she gives. ]
Cider! Oh, that's perfect! Here, we can get that warmed up right away!
[ Turning towards the pit, Ori lifts her hands and readily conjures a pot positioned over the bonfire. ]
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I do, too.
[ In that, he is so right. At his mentioning cider, though, her demeanor brightens as she claps her hands together, and the flowers in her hair bounce in tune with the delighted hum she gives. ]
Cider! Oh, that's perfect! Here, we can get that warmed up right away!
[ Turning towards the pit, Ori lifts her hands and readily conjures a pot positioned over the bonfire. ]