Moira has never been a clean eater, so to speak, which always came in handy whenever she felt the need to irritate the living hell out of her mother and other members of her family, as well as the prissy girls she went to school with. Moira takes pleasure in finger foods, foods so messy that you really have to wash up after eating. So she takes no shame from James' words.
"Only when I hit you with juice in the eye," she grins right back, reveling in the sweetness of the lobster meat and eating next to him. "And hey, you're not any cleaner, dude," she points out as he wipes his face with the napkin.
"It was really nice," she says, thinking of Alodia and her sculptures. "You would have appreciated some of the booths. It's not the same without your snarky commentary."
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Date: 2014-06-09 04:18 pm (UTC)"Only when I hit you with juice in the eye," she grins right back, reveling in the sweetness of the lobster meat and eating next to him. "And hey, you're not any cleaner, dude," she points out as he wipes his face with the napkin.
"It was really nice," she says, thinking of Alodia and her sculptures. "You would have appreciated some of the booths. It's not the same without your snarky commentary."