[Ilsa almost drops the spoon out of her hands, much to Valo's dismay, before he corrects himself, and even then... why does she feel that twinge of disappointment in her chest? It's not like she wants anything—at least, she doesn't think so, but she does wonder how much of it really was the drinks, and how much of it was them actually wanting something?
She shakes the feeling off. No sense in letting her mind spiral again now. She's just glad that they at least managed to clear that up without any trouble.
And, trying to lighten the mood a little, she does let herself grin.]
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[Ilsa almost drops the spoon out of her hands, much to Valo's dismay, before he corrects himself, and even then... why does she feel that twinge of disappointment in her chest? It's not like she wants anything—at least, she doesn't think so, but she does wonder how much of it really was the drinks, and how much of it was them actually wanting something?
She shakes the feeling off. No sense in letting her mind spiral again now. She's just glad that they at least managed to clear that up without any trouble.
And, trying to lighten the mood a little, she does let herself grin.]
Oh? So you don't want me then?
[She might regret this in a few seconds...]