“You bought Yorani cat socks?” Thiano asks, faintly incredulous. I’m surprised he can make that out in the dim lighting here. “It was her idea. Talsion is her friend, and she has no concept of moderate behavior where her friends are concerned.” Thiano’s expression flickers. “You’re one to talk.” “Certainly not.” I know it’s not what he means, but I lift my skirts enough so Thiano can see my own socks: a matching pair. Thiano buries his face in his hands. I’d like to think he’s amused despite himself, but something tells me that’s not it; or at least not all of it.
So cute
