(Avice may want to look into the Sparks family when she gets to Quelien. ) "I'm glad," he said with a small smile. "I hoped that you would like it."
(SUBTLETY IS MY MIDDLE NAME) "Well, I'm glad," he replied. He paused before shooting her a grin. "So.. no selling it?"
"Good," he said, nodding. "Good. I'm glad to hear that." There was voices coming from the deck. Quelien was in sight. He looked over at her. "Want to go back?"
"I hope it is," she said, readjusted the folded easel in her arms. "I might just force you to dance with me again."
"I can't dance, Avice!" he said. He noticed her holding the easel, and reached out. "Here, let me carry that."
"Alright," she said, passing it to him. "Also, I think you can dance. It's just... your own way of dancing."
"You're feeding me lies!" he exclaimed, grinning at her. "Just to gain my favor." He shook his head. "I'm disappointed, Rohesia."
"I thought we established that you were the dirty liar of this pair." She crossed her arms, but smiled slightly. "I was just trying to help."
"Birds of a feather flock together," he shot back. "If I'm a dirty liar, it's very likely that you are too."
"So you admit it!" he exclaimed, grinning at her. "You're every bit as bad as me." His dark curls contrasted with his bright blue eyes, and he pushed them off his forehead with deft fingers, cocking his head mischievously.
She watched him for a moment, her eyebrows raised. "Um, I'm pretty sure I'm terribly innocent," she said, her gaze affectionate.
