[ Lottie, too, has enough manners to look away from Amos when he shifts underneath the water to something a tad more conversation appropriate. When the water stops lapping around her legs, she lets her eyes drift back down to him, a wry sort of smile to her lips. The tea is no longer being sniffed, but actually sipped on.
He's right, it's warm. There's a sound of surprise, and then she gives it another go. Replying between sips: ]
Yeah..
[ Her cheeks warm steadily, a combination of the heat from the bath and the tea she's half demolished. When she's had her fill, she rests it at the meat of her thighs, both hands cradling the cup. She thumbs at the ornate designs on the side. ]
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He's right, it's warm. There's a sound of surprise, and then she gives it another go. Replying between sips: ]
Yeah..
[ Her cheeks warm steadily, a combination of the heat from the bath and the tea she's half demolished. When she's had her fill, she rests it at the meat of her thighs, both hands cradling the cup. She thumbs at the ornate designs on the side. ]
Is it lame if I ask how you've been?