Lion Head Mesa I'll probably get soup. Or something light.

Her betrothed appeared, slinking by with a smile on his face. She gave him one in return, and felt her stomach grow watery. Again—not in a bad way. She felt tingly all over.

Prince, Lilitu replied coyly, eyes near slits in her relaxation. She dipped her muzzle downward, beckoning him closer. Come in. Can I help you?

She wanted him near. She hardly knew him, and wasn't sure if she even liked him, but she wanted him near and she didn't know exactly why.