[For a moment she is pleased. Satisfied with the way his expression shifts and how the communion between them becomes soured and tense. In this moment he is a displeased leopard, capable of crushing her in an instant, and she is but a slightly smug house cat. Soaking up the way his irritation flows freely between them.
She doesn't like what he says last. If only because she could hear herself saying something similar without the overly casual speech. So, by the time the first cup is full, she removes the strainer and places it over the second cup. The first — warm, and gently steaming — is placed by him. The sugar is still left out from when she was baking, and attending his teacup and saucer is a little spoon for if he'd like to customize his drink.]
I'm an atheist, you'll have to forgive me.
[A... joke? It has to be a joke, right? Since she's declaring herself an atheist in front of a god while wearing a gift from a god which means she clearly had the favor of a god...]
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She doesn't like what he says last. If only because she could hear herself saying something similar without the overly casual speech. So, by the time the first cup is full, she removes the strainer and places it over the second cup. The first — warm, and gently steaming — is placed by him. The sugar is still left out from when she was baking, and attending his teacup and saucer is a little spoon for if he'd like to customize his drink.]
I'm an atheist, you'll have to forgive me.
[A... joke? It has to be a joke, right? Since she's declaring herself an atheist in front of a god while wearing a gift from a god which means she clearly had the favor of a god...]