Redhawk Caldera bloom to the sky

His quip about the flowers prompted Dove to snatch up the collection she had already made, and with a brief look back at him, she stated, "No, they're for Fox," through her carefully clenched teeth; her tone was a bit lighter there, but still quite sterile. As she hurried to the next patch of tiny flowers, she heard his second comment, and paused. Dove placed the bouquet down carefully, and with a small snort, turned to regard him - but for only a moment. "You either. But we're all full of surprises aren't we."

Her promise to Fox - of behaving, of pulling her weight - was still in effect, but that meant she needed an outlet for her sass and her attitude. Jaws was just the unlucky recipient - yay for him. "I guess you make a habit of that.. behavior." Dove slurred as she picked through some more shoots, trying to make light of their situation but finding it difficult. She wasn't about to come out and lambaste him for his choices; they had made the choice together - granted, her's had been fueled almost exclusively by her raging hormones at the time.

She was testing the waters in her own way; judging him, of course, because she couldn't help but do that. A rogue who wandered in search of hot little ladies - and here he was, trying to ingratiate himself in to a family she had just rediscovered. No, this wouldn't do at all.