She doesn't doubt that she would enjoy it. She can smell it, the scent drawing her in. She draws a slow breath—the gesture troubles her, but she agreed to come for a reason.
"You think so?" she says, her lips pressing together in a tightly line. She's used to trusting her instincts, but right now... they seem suspect.
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Date: 2015-12-05 05:33 am (UTC)"You think so?" she says, her lips pressing together in a tightly line. She's used to trusting her instincts, but right now... they seem suspect.