Marian's brow wrinkled, head tilting backward, to look up and over toward Kate finally. A little bewildered. "That matters?"
At, admittedly, both the notion that Kate hadn't tried, and the one where Kate felt she didn't know Caspian well enough for merit, and, if she was being honest, at the first passing notion of being referenced off the task of kissing a frog. The holding of which, small, clammy and a little slick, was still an oddity she wasn't entirely settled to. Except that it was Caspian.
Which was rather how the settling of shoulders and decisions went. Except that it was Caspian.
Making her look at the frog in her hands and back to Kate, again. The cultured raise of eyebrows, past the first impulse, and the following thoughts, that it was an odd, albeit far simpler solution that most any of the magic usually worked in the bar. Save that mistletoe freezing. Which this wasn't. "You want me to kiss him and see if this wears off?"
Wherein him is probably gestured a little with the movement of the frog between them.
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At, admittedly, both the notion that Kate hadn't tried, and the one where Kate felt she didn't know Caspian well enough for merit, and, if she was being honest, at the first passing notion of being referenced off the task of kissing a frog. The holding of which, small, clammy and a little slick, was still an oddity she wasn't entirely settled to. Except that it was Caspian.
Which was rather how the settling of shoulders and decisions went. Except that it was Caspian.
Making her look at the frog in her hands and back to Kate, again. The cultured raise of eyebrows, past the first impulse, and the following thoughts, that it was an odd, albeit far simpler solution that most any of the magic usually worked in the bar. Save that mistletoe freezing. Which this wasn't. "You want me to kiss him and see if this wears off?"
Wherein him is probably gestured a little with the movement of the frog between them.