The Sunspire if you're not drinkin' then you're not playin'

A warm glow sprung from her chest, though she simply allowed her smile to soften and lowered her lashes humbly. A part of her was surprised to have Jace play along, though he had in the past, but it did not stop her from treasuring the fleeting moment of amusement. In another light perhaps she was so surprised because now they were not on even ground, he was her Beta and so she should have made him above herself. Before Teekon and the Sunspire, she skirted around her superiors, didn't seek them out as she had now for Jace, and definitely hadn't teased them so openly. It had been a no nonsense environment, and now it served as a reminder that despite the pits of mild trouble she had encountered on the mountain, there were more reasons to stay.

"Of course." She replied simply, at his gratitude--and it felt good, to be wanted, to be useful and to pull her part. That there was also a difference, she wasn't drifting without purpose any longer. That night she'd nearly wept to Heimdall (Ragnar) by the lake, seemed so very far away now. She wasn't a grasping to find her way at Sunspire, things fell into place, she knew what she wanted now and she was striving to make it work. Though Jace didn't seem to keen when it came to taking her advice, to which she burst in a fresh roll of laughter, not considering for a moment there might be some truth to it, her eyes narrowing in a clever motion. "Your mistake, my friend, is that you assume I can be wooed." Kipling responded smartly, "Or be won." As always holding herself out of reach, just above the standard.