[He...he really wants some clothes made by her. She stares at him and then her face lights up before...]
You're not teasing me are you? I'll be so angry with you if you tease me! Don't poke the Bernie Bear!
[This is a million times less threatening from someone who is now a 4'5" Fae. But she's trying. Give her that much credit.]
Oh. That booth.
[Truth be told, she almost chickens out. The idea of bargaining is positively terrifying. But also she wants to be useful. Swallowing, she nods but turns to point at him.]
no subject
You're not teasing me are you? I'll be so angry with you if you tease me! Don't poke the Bernie Bear!
[This is a million times less threatening from someone who is now a 4'5" Fae. But she's trying. Give her that much credit.]
Oh. That booth.
[Truth be told, she almost chickens out. The idea of bargaining is positively terrifying. But also she wants to be useful. Swallowing, she nods but turns to point at him.]
...But you do the talking! You're good at it.