I'm sure you aren't. I imagine she'd be touched at how frantic you are about this. Distance makes the heart grow fonder and the loins grow warmer, or something like that.

[Rude! Anyway. She finishes one flower, picking up another to begin dismembering it. She does make it look oddly violent.]

You're very welcome. You have pretty lips. [She smiles, but it's almost predatory. Almost. It's also casual. She gives off mixed signals.]

I don't think leaving will be that easy, but do let me know if you figure out a way. My dear Orca and Swordfish will be so worried about me if I'm gone, and I hate to make them fret. Oh, and my little bird...