[She knows she's right which is why she won't waste energy arguing the point. The wild berries are next and Lucy takes her time arranging it artfully on top of the cake using the flowered honey as glue.
And yes, Weir's remark elicits a low burning growl from Lucinda's back. She glances over her shoulder.]
Shhh.
[No eyes on the back of her head, but Fang might as well be that pair. Speaking of head friends though...]
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And yes, Weir's remark elicits a low burning growl from Lucinda's back. She glances over her shoulder.]
Shhh.
[No eyes on the back of her head, but Fang might as well be that pair. Speaking of head friends though...]
Flora tells me you have a friend of your own.