[ One of her eyebrows goes up at that counter. Who wants to insist they're good liar? That's silly. It's nothing she'd want to be proud of. Which, speaking of... ]

Hmm, what? Do you mean me saying how sick you're going to be?

[ Maybe she's not a bad liar, per se. More so incredible at ignoring anything that disrupts her reality. She didn't say anything weird, he did!

Actually, he did. The poke that went with it has her making a tiny choked noise, which is weirdly lowkey, considering how she reacted to being touched earlier. Maybe there's too much shock this time? Because the grump actually flirted. ]

Wh-Why do your compliments feel so weaponized?! Like, have you been drunk this entire time? Was there alcohol in our coffee?

[ She snatches up her empty coffee cup and sniffs, then realizes she's not sure if she'd know what to smell for. Growling in frustration, she sets it back down and...

And she blushes. Part of it is embarrassment; most of it is her body going into overdrive. She hasn't gotten many compliments. Or...any, really, aside from his gentler ones about her clothing. It's not like it was possible before. Talk about doki doki! She's finding it hard to look at him. Her shoulders hunch, then she grabs what's left of her mimosa to sip at it. Would it help ease her nerves? This moment is a lot to handle...! ]

I'm sort of curious to see how you'll get if you do drink all of this, even if I have no idea where you'd fit it all. [ Does he have a holding tank? Jeez. ] But also...thanks.

[ Siiiiip. Just going to mentally berate herself while slowly dying inside. She'd planned out how she'd respond to a situation like this for ages, and she blew it! Who knew it'd be impossible to react exactly the way she expected to? ]