[WOOPS LETS PRETEND catie can actually read, and already knew that lars had his drink. Eniko, undaunted by a bit of retconning, swirls her mug a bit to let the rum ~breathe~ or something. She doesn't know why; she only does it because she's seen other people do it her whole life.]
[she grins at him in a "yeah, suuuure" kind of way.]
Heh, I think you do care. Hey—[she leans in a bit, her tone turning more honest and less trying to push his buttons:]—even if you can get along on your own, it's way better with friends. Especially here.
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[she grins at him in a "yeah, suuuure" kind of way.]
Heh, I think you do care. Hey—[she leans in a bit, her tone turning more honest and less trying to push his buttons:]—even if you can get along on your own, it's way better with friends. Especially here.