[ She's not watching Will for the moment, able to ignore any looks he's tossing their way, Gunther much easier to allow her attention to linger over. Her lips twitch - she knows by now she doesn't want to own a dog of her own, too much responsibility, not enough guarantee she'll be around for one year, two, five, ten, fifteen on an average lifespan - and she almost smiles again.
Doesn't quite, but it's close enough. She's less reserved for a moment. It's a change of pace, tip toeing forward across that line into expressiveness.
Or closer, at least, than she's been for a long time.
She looks up when he speaks, fixing him with a knowing look. Vegan is a word she's learned like the other fancy words that had to be nonsense, but were all somehow serious. The implications behind vegan are more strict than vegetarian. No animal byproducts - blue eyes study Will, unblinking. He'd said it himself. Doesn't have any dairy in it.
Vegan ice cream, huh. ]
Other than you.
[ Interested the one who bought it, and made available something she's bypassed almost every time. Annie's one experience with ice cream at one of the stores had been on Stiles' insistence, and while it had been a sweet treat, it was almost too sweet, and not easy on her digestive system.
There's so much sugar in this world. She's still not used to it.
But she recognizes a gesture when she sees one. The lioness stretches and yawns, ignoring the eyes watching through the thicket. She's not interested in confrontations.
Acceptance of the opportunities offered... perhaps that much. ]
Sounds interesting.
[ Another pat on Gunther's hip, and she's saying yes, as much as she's not mouthing the word itself. Let the pretense be what the pretense is. ]
Thanks for thinking about me.
[ Because she's content enough in pointing it out, lips finally curling up at the corners. It's the beginning of what might be a smile, or might be the self satisfied smirk of a content lioness surveying someone else's kingdom. Territory crossings carry rules, but she's not in danger.
this smile is too happy so think this one dialed down to like, 1
Doesn't quite, but it's close enough. She's less reserved for a moment. It's a change of pace, tip toeing forward across that line into expressiveness.
Or closer, at least, than she's been for a long time.
She looks up when he speaks, fixing him with a knowing look. Vegan is a word she's learned like the other fancy words that had to be nonsense, but were all somehow serious. The implications behind vegan are more strict than vegetarian. No animal byproducts - blue eyes study Will, unblinking. He'd said it himself. Doesn't have any dairy in it.
Vegan ice cream, huh. ]
Other than you.
[ Interested the one who bought it, and made available something she's bypassed almost every time. Annie's one experience with ice cream at one of the stores had been on Stiles' insistence, and while it had been a sweet treat, it was almost too sweet, and not easy on her digestive system.
There's so much sugar in this world. She's still not used to it.
But she recognizes a gesture when she sees one. The lioness stretches and yawns, ignoring the eyes watching through the thicket. She's not interested in confrontations.
Acceptance of the opportunities offered... perhaps that much. ]
Sounds interesting.
[ Another pat on Gunther's hip, and she's saying yes, as much as she's not mouthing the word itself. Let the pretense be what the pretense is. ]
Thanks for thinking about me.
[ Because she's content enough in pointing it out, lips finally curling up at the corners. It's the beginning of what might be a smile, or might be the self satisfied smirk of a content lioness surveying someone else's kingdom. Territory crossings carry rules, but she's not in danger.
Not right this moment. ]