Francis turned around. "We're finally there. It's about time," he said. "The conversation had nowhere else to go, really."
(I'm off to bed. Night!) "You could have left if the conversation was so dull," Poppy said offhandedly, grinning up at him. "I wasn't holding you here."
(Goodnight!) "Hm. You have a point. Alright, since you're so boring to talk to, I'm leaving," he said teasingly, walking to the door.
A laugh bubbled out of her throat as she sat up, her hair in slight disarray. "And when did we decide that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I decided that when I realized you probably couldn't be mean if your life depended on it," he said, good expression teasing her. "I mean, you can't even flirt."
She raised an eyebrow. "Being mean and flirting are two different things," she said good-naturedly. "And I excel at both. You just haven't seen it yet."
"True, they are two different things, but that just means you're bad at being anything but nice." He grinned. "I'll see it when I believe it."
"Bah," she said, waving away his words. "With the way you're describing me, I sound as if I have the personality of a wet towel." She stood up, and walked over to the window, peering through the clouds. "You can see the colonies," she said, pointing slightly. "See?"
She nudged him playfully before turning to look outside. They were still high off the ground, but the colonies seemed to be a collection of small villages arranged in a giant circle. The warm sun shone down on the roofs, their shingles red with rust. People could be seen milling about in the streets, strolling in pairs or groups. "It seems to be a fairly pleasant place," Poppy observed, her head cocked slightly.
She grinned at him, stepping away from the window. "Well, fear not, my urban friend," she said cheerfully. "We'll encounter plenty of cities in our travels." (I'm just gonna put this here: 2:34 - 5:06 is the best part, BTW)
"That's good. They're the only type of place that I feel comfortable in. There's not... Hmm, country people or anything there. In their ugly straw hats."
She laughed, returning to the sofa, her posture relaxed and easy. "Keep in mind that you're talking to a girl who was raised in the countryside," she said, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't see you wearing ugly straw hats or overalls, so I think you're okay." He crossed his arms. "And you don't spit tobacco everywhere."
"That's because you don't know me well enough," she said, curling her legs under her. "Once I get comfortable with you, that's when I pull out the overalls. It's a trust thing."
"I trust that your affection for me is too strong to be broken by a simple piece of clothing," she teased, raising an eyebrow.