She almost didn't like admitting it. It was the trouble with being as she was. She looked like she stood out and with her personality being what it was, she had to admit that it was probably almost impossible not to notice her. Voile might have been a little more quiet in nature, but she was excessively helpful when she needed to be. Or felt that she needed to be.
What he said, however, caught her off guard. "Normal," she repeated. As she eyed him, her head tipped, "What are you defining as normal, Sonny? What is it that you're looking for? How do you want things to go?"
... I want to make banana bread now. You fiend. >:|
She almost didn't like admitting it. It was the trouble with being as she was. She looked like she stood out and with her personality being what it was, she had to admit that it was probably almost impossible not to notice her. Voile might have been a little more quiet in nature, but she was excessively helpful when she needed to be. Or felt that she needed to be.
What he said, however, caught her off guard. "Normal," she repeated. As she eyed him, her head tipped, "What are you defining as normal, Sonny? What is it that you're looking for? How do you want things to go?"