[Begonias? Huh. He never would've pegged her for a Begonia Gal. If Reno thinks he's not filing that away, then he's in for it. Clearing his throat a bit, Roche sits up straight, plucks the champagne glass off the table, and extends it forward.]
Good morning, Gloria. I was wondering if you could let me in so I could spread myself across a certain Turk's desk? I'm starting to feel like I'd be a better Honeybee than a SOLDIER, and I'd like his opinion on the matter.
[He's unable to keep a straight face for long, especially with Reno still looking at him like that. It all dissolves into a wheezing sort of giggle that Roche tries to cover up with his fist, but... It's already out there. God. At least they're seated far enough away that other tables can't hear, right? All they get is snippets and their reactions.
Animals, the both of them.]
God... I'd even try bringing both, but...
[His eyes wander to the cactuar on Reno's wrist for a moment. Small, green spiky things seems like it's their thing, doesn't it?]
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Good morning, Gloria. I was wondering if you could let me in so I could spread myself across a certain Turk's desk? I'm starting to feel like I'd be a better Honeybee than a SOLDIER, and I'd like his opinion on the matter.
[He's unable to keep a straight face for long, especially with Reno still looking at him like that. It all dissolves into a wheezing sort of giggle that Roche tries to cover up with his fist, but... It's already out there. God. At least they're seated far enough away that other tables can't hear, right? All they get is snippets and their reactions.
Animals, the both of them.]
God... I'd even try bringing both, but...
[His eyes wander to the cactuar on Reno's wrist for a moment. Small, green spiky things seems like it's their thing, doesn't it?]