Honeyed Pasture if teardrops could be bottled,

Dalia took a long moment to ponder the question, a long moment that Saucy didn’t have the patience for. She patted the ground with her paws and let out a chant, c’mon! Spill the beans! Finally Dalia had collected her thoughts, and she began to promptly, spill beanage. First she talked about Rannveig, who she assumed was acid spitter, who was like Velen but a little rougher. Oh shit, she said sardonically, though it was all in good fun.

Yes! They were gossiping! And it was super fun! Gossiping was one stereotypically girly thing that Saucy allowed herself publicly enjoy. She wanted to know everything about everybody. She could sit here and sip tea all day and never get bored. Everybody’s business was her business, and Dalia it seemed was the perfect source.  Their next topic was Ford, his intensity was confirmed first, and more detail followed. Saucy’s eyes widened and her mouth fell slightly agape when Dalia finished. Was that umm- a crush? Mhm.

The white lioness replied with a playful growl, so are you and Ford a thing? Sounds like you’re a thing, she said with a teasing jump of her eyebrows.