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The kiss lands its mark, and Calla’s smirk only widens when he confirms as much. “Good,” she says breezily, “there’s more where that came from.” Her confidence is only sort of steady, and it feels entirely too bold to say so, but it’s also sort of nice to be so blatant about it without the liquid factor that had been at play back in October.[break][break]

Plus, it’s sort of a little fun seeing if she can trip him up, and how much.[break][break]

Even so, her heart is fluttering in her chest, trapped and beating with nowhere to break loose. Without the stress of being somewhere they can been seen more easily, the affection in her expression is plain and obvious.[break][break]

“I can’t imagine splitting apart like that,” she admits, “it’s always been me and Kieran. Was that hard? Life getting in the way?”

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Maybe I’ll get one next.[break][break]

She knows he’s talking about the drink of course, but the name lends to clever schemes. something mischievous flits through her expression before she reaches up onto her toes as much as her five foot self will allow, and presses a short-lived kiss against his lips.[break][break]

Hints of warm flavors, nutmeg and spiced berry lingering from her own drink.[break][break]

“Sweet enough? Must be handy for an escape when it’s needed.” Her smile is wily as she withdraws and settled back on her heels again, lifting her glass once more.[break][break]

“Oh, that sounds nice.” Cozy, even. Too crowded with the size of his family? Or is it one of those cabins that’s more like a full ski lodge given his family’s wealth? “Did you go there a lot?”

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She's usually pretty adept at keeping a straight face. It comes hand in hand with how seriously she often behaves--a perpetual sourpuss around most everyone that isn't her twin. There's something about Uriah, though, that draws out her sillier side.[break][break]

Remnants of the Kantonian girl she used to be. The parts she tries her best to hide away.[break][break]

The fact that he isn't able to keep character either makes Calla laugh harder, joining in with him. "We've got time to practice, maybe someday we'll be better at it."[break][break]

It's a bolder statement that slips out, but she's going to glide over that for now and not ruminate on the implication her mutimous subconscious just spit out all on its own.[break][break]

"Something called a winter's kiss. Feels pretty experimental," she says, offering up the glass for him to try it if he'd like. Then her mouth twists playfully, "it's no Uriah bomb, though."[break][break]

Blue eyes flit up to his then, "No, but really, have you ever been here before? It's pretty interesting. I've never been." Then again, how often does she travel outside of Slateport?

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It's not much of a surprise to find her brother's attention flitting about, as he ping pongs around their meet-up spot with unbridled enthusiasm. There's a touch of exasperation in her expression, but something undeniably fond and hen-ish. He's been this way all their lives, she's used to it. He's got the spirit, at least?[break][break]

A...mount pokemon? Her brows furrow as her glance shifts between Greyson and Uriah when he offers, and it probably betrays how much of a city she's become since she and Kieran Roth moved to Slateport. Does she even have anything capable of carrying her? Oh. Well... from her bag she released her abomasnow. "If Rufus will cooperate, I should be good on that front." Rufus, plopping down on the ground beside her, grumbles.[break][break]

"I've got some other things as well--flashlights and batteries, some basic first aid. Stuff like that." Not really because she's an expert when it comes to venturing out into the wild. Life has taught her to carry these supplies anyway. All the time.[break][break]

Kieran drifts back to her side, and she nods even though she's not quite as enthralled with the whole beauty of nature aspect yet like he is. "Yeah. Totes cool," she agrees before her tone slides toward nettling. Just a little, "You got something to ride? I'm sure Siv won't want to."

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The laugh, she expects. It causes a grin to crack across her face as he fails to hold any sort of composure.[break][break]

Calla doesn’t fully expect him to actually play along, though. The hand not holding her glass lifts to cover the huff of laughter as she tries to keep up the act, before sipping from her drink.[break][break]

Angling her head up to look at him, her head tilts to the side playfully— her smile demure.[break][break]

“Passing through and needed to stop,” she says smoothly as she leans sideways against the bar, “it’s getting awfully snowy outside, after all.”[break][break]

But she’s just exaggerating for the sake of the bit, right. Right??[break][break]

“Would probably need a big guy like you to keep me warm out there.” She tries to hold her expression, but then her lip wobbles and a long pffffftt follows as the laughter finally breaks free.