[ ... ] You don't need to go to a dessert shop, Texas. If you want something sweet, I can make it.

Just as long as I have access to a kitchen, anyway.

[ just saying. she'd so casually show up with millefoglie or chocolate just on the chance she'd bump into texas in volsinii, the only issue is if she makes something it may as well be a coin flip between a lavish patissier's dream or if it'd look lovely but actually be texas' least favorite flavor. such is the risk when dealing with her.

she opens the door and casually waltzes in; petals aside, it's not as if she's terribly picky when it comes to wherever she'd like to fuck someone in, especially if it's texas, unless it's amazingly egregious. but it might be the siracusan in her, she does rather like luxury and dark colors and drapery and candles and something at least a little mood-setting, to an extent. an attempt made for mood. ]

What will you request of them, hmm?

Go on, let's ask for your favorite sex toy. We'll make it a somewhat pleasant experience, just maybe.