( brown chicken, brown cow. kimberly had definitely gotten the joke, snickering behind her hand as they'd approached the tent, but explaining it had slipped her mind once they'd ventured inside. there were too many choices, too many possibilities of things and places to explore, that she hadn't been quite sure where to start.
luckily, robbie was more than willing to make that first choice for her, narrowing down their options to a singular table and then to something from it, offering her a cup of gently steaming something — though it looks like tea, the sharp scent tells her it's definitely not for all ages. not that the realization stops kimberly from taking the cup, or from matching his sip with one of her own.
as she swallows, she can't help but feel a little flushed, as if the room was a little overfull, too many bodies all in one place. she's glad she opted not to wear the jacket, but the long sleeves of her dress can only really be pushed up so far. )
you're fired for that title
luckily, robbie was more than willing to make that first choice for her, narrowing down their options to a singular table and then to something from it, offering her a cup of gently steaming something — though it looks like tea, the sharp scent tells her it's definitely not for all ages. not that the realization stops kimberly from taking the cup, or from matching his sip with one of her own.
as she swallows, she can't help but feel a little flushed, as if the room was a little overfull, too many bodies all in one place. she's glad she opted not to wear the jacket, but the long sleeves of her dress can only really be pushed up so far. )
Is it warm in here?