It was probably better not to ask, anyway. It would only end in more awkwardness and a squirrel or two just outright dying of embarrassment.
But even Beau, habitually surly as she was, couldn't quite suppress the briefest flash of an actual smile at that.
She stuck her foot out, trying to intercept one of the rolling apples and kick it up into her hand; instead it bounced up into the air at a wild angle and nearly hit her in the nose before she reached out to snag it out of the air and . . . swat it out into the hallway instead.
"I'm working on it, I'm working on it," she said, waving her hand. "That's not like a thing you can do, is it? Just random apples manifesting around you? 'cause I mean, it's kinda cool but also kinda a pain in the ass."
Focus, Beauregard.
"I mean . . . what do you want to do? Get drinks sometime? That's usually my go to but I'd be into other ideas."
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But even Beau, habitually surly as she was, couldn't quite suppress the briefest flash of an actual smile at that.
She stuck her foot out, trying to intercept one of the rolling apples and kick it up into her hand; instead it bounced up into the air at a wild angle and nearly hit her in the nose before she reached out to snag it out of the air and . . . swat it out into the hallway instead.
"I'm working on it, I'm working on it," she said, waving her hand. "That's not like a thing you can do, is it? Just random apples manifesting around you? 'cause I mean, it's kinda cool but also kinda a pain in the ass."
Focus, Beauregard.
"I mean . . . what do you want to do? Get drinks sometime? That's usually my go to but I'd be into other ideas."