“Perhaps. I do not intend to find out,” she replies, wrinkling her nose thoughtfully. She really doesn't want to think about the prospect of elf soup, much less the idea of her turning into it, so she focuses on the easier subject: Shepard’s body.
“Oh I could name a few things,” she quips back with a spreading smirk. She leans in, adjusting her chosen seat so she is turned inward, chest and arm rested within inches of Shepard’s hand on the pool’s edge. Its an inviting gesture, perhaps a bit invasive. They’d been sharing a tent for the better half of the mission, after all.
“And I suppose I should also thank you for being so willing to share them with me.”
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“Oh I could name a few things,” she quips back with a spreading smirk. She leans in, adjusting her chosen seat so she is turned inward, chest and arm rested within inches of Shepard’s hand on the pool’s edge. Its an inviting gesture, perhaps a bit invasive. They’d been sharing a tent for the better half of the mission, after all.
“And I suppose I should also thank you for being so willing to share them with me.”