Coconut Grove minute maid pink lemonade

i edited them :o ... <3 really enjoying their dynamic!!

"gladly," dalia said, all in good playful jest, but if anyone were to get along well enough to be an ambassador to the crabs-- it would be dalia. she was quite sure no one else had a way with sea life as she did, but she kept that to herself.

dalia flushed at the mention of ford, though her cropped fur hid it well. he was a male of the most bizarre charm, she could hardly even call it that. but she remembered, vividly, the hold he had on her when his gaze met hers. portia would be so disappointed-- had she been swayed so heavily merely by a gaze? oh-- she hadn't even realized that was what had happened. but if velen called it such, then it must be so.

"he wouldn't get much outta me," dalia decided to say, for some reason. what, are you proud of that, you goody two shoes? dalia hadn't done much of anything in her life-- certainly nothing dark. ford could pry nothing from her sweet lips. she observed the interaction velen had with saucy about the nut, tacking on, "i'd bet your mouth is big enough to hold it comfortably."