her lips part in mock shock, a short laugh emitting from her. eyes fall away, almost shyly, though sheโs attempting to hold onto her bravado.
โI donโt think youโre supposed to call a lady a liar. it isnโt very nice. . .โ
โ โ
a low chuckle escaped him, one brow lifting.
โ aye, sure. totally normal. โ
his eyes lingered on her for a moment, amused.
โ youโre a god awful liar, yโknow .แฃ that innocent act is startinโ to crack. โ
โ โ
โtrue ! I love going off in Spanish when Iโm pissed butโ Spanish is too common to be discreet. most people figure out Iโm calling them an asshole.โ
madi chuckles a little, deciding, too, to let the dreary topic pass.
โyeah? because it leaves everyone confused, or because you can say whatever you want and no one will know?โ
seeing as how this turned grim quite quickly joy deflects ;
โSometimes , when i donโt know what to say, i revert back to my native tongue . itโs kinda funny.โ
she blinks in surprise, lips soon pressing together to keep herself from laughing. she clears her throat, composing herself.
โbonjour,โ she greets. โyou know, you should drink more high people.โ
the witch is soon stepping past her and inside, handing her a coffee.
head perking up, skidding towards the door * remnants of the high still active *
โbonjour yaaaaall!โ she says rather uncharacteristically enthusiastic . emphasis on uncharacteristically , sheโs not even French .