Summer, Spring and Coffee!

[Seraphina]

Sera had to laugh at Circe’s antics. Poor John, she thinks with a wide smile.

Putting down the coffee mug, she held her hands up, “I do! They go all over.” She then mimics the elfs stance, but uses her right hand. An eyebrow raises, “A nibble?! You want to nibble on my hand?!” she says in surprise, “Never had someone want to nibble on my hand, not sure what to say to that.” She says with a giggle. “But I warn you, I’m not like, filled with chocolate or anything.” A shake of her head, trying to figure out how the conversation had spiraled so fast. Not that she minded the banter, she was just surprised.

Grinning to John, “Oh of course it is! As a Spring I always encourage good fun. Life should be all about having as much fun as possible!” though she was pleasantly surprised by John. Was his shyness wearing off?

“But I’m curious,” taking another sip of coffee and looking from John to Circe, “Do conversations always go this route? Not that I’m complaining or anything, just curious.”

[Circe]

Circe made a biting gesture with her teeth before she laughed, "Oh ho ho ho, ya'd think I was more likely ta be chocolate. Ya look more like a caramel ta me Sera. Johnny's probably vanilla. We should test!" Free hand shot up in the air again with the index finger up. Circe is fortunate she wore the pajama shorts or she'd have got significantly less coherent colleagues with her constant arm gestures.

"We can start with licking and move on to nibbling I suppose," she pauses to drink more coffee and nibble a treat. Just something sweet instead of someone. "Girl," hand on hip again, "Have ya met me? I mean this is one of the more common routes right Johnny?" She waits for a reply before continuing, "Or the gearhead route is popular too. I may not look it but I can pull of a wrench wench or computers pretty damn good," her smile is filled with pride at this statement. "Did ya have any place in mind fer this sparring ta happen Sera?"

[Seraphina]

Laughing, “Caramel huh?” a nod, “I can work with that, but I’d rather be strawberry.” It was her favorite after all. Nodding again, “Yeah, strawberry!” she says with a pleased smile.

“Why yes, I’ve meet you. But never really got to talk with you. Hence you guys being graced with my presence.” A wink.

“Really? Computers? Wow, that’s pretty cool. Do you make money off doing that? Or is it more like a hobby?” she pours some more coffee and offers more to Circe and John.

“I used to spar with Quick at this out of the way gym he found. Everytime we were there, there was no one else there. Seems like it would be a good place. Unless you know somewhere.”

Eyes widen at Circe, “Really?” she then looks to John, “Do you have some juicy stories?” she teases. “And nothing wrong with vanilla, but adding a little variety to your life is always a good thing. Not enough variety equals a very boring life.” And she was all about excitement.

Amusement lights her face up as John stumbles over his words. “Good with her hands huh?” she teases, winking to Circe. Then his face darkened and Sera was giggling as well, “Having some trouble John?” she asks between giggles.

[Circe]

"Taste the rainbow?" Circe couldn't help but joke when John stuck his tongue out. She nibbled the treat and nearly joked on it with John's innuendo. She had to put the coffee down to thump her chest a few times. "Orgoglioso I'm proud of ya John, that's a good one."

Circe coughs a few more times before giving Sera a thumbs up, "And a pleasant presence it is." She inhales, "I can do both with computers, though my other business is more profitable. And Sera Sera Sera," she shakes her head, "Even if ya want ta be strawberries ya want ta think about this. How da ya make a quick vanilla sundae?" She pauses, "Cover it in hot chocolate and hot caramel." Eyebrows waggle as ears bounce.

"Oh I'm the type that gets told drunk stories about me, oh ho ho ho!" Circe laughed, "I can tell ya stories of hangover mornings. Though mostly I remember delivery men givin' John props fer some reason." The elf wearing a loose t-shirt and little else shrugs. Causing it to slide slightly off her left shoulder. No obvious reasons for him getting props from guys after he takes over answering the door. None whatsoever.

[Seraphina]

Smirking, “Why thank you, I try.” She finishes the words with a bow.

“Oh wow, good to know! I know some basic computer stuff, you know, check email and shop. But seems like a great skill to have!” she compliments.

Giggling, “Yes, that is true! However, strawberries go extremely well with chocolate, and whipped cream, and just about everything!”

Laughing along with Circe, “Are they wild and crazy stories? Because those are the best!” then a shake of her head, “Hangovers are some of the worst!” she groans.

Grinning to John, “Seems to have been her more than me. I’ve never seen you so animated! It’s a good look for you.” He was a good guy.

The way he began talking about Circe made her wonder, was there more to that relationship besides roommates? The question brings a sly smile to her face. If there was more, it was cute.

[Circe]

"Such a sweet and honest flatterer ya are Johnny," she smiles at him, "And I'd say we are," points at herself and Sera with the confection in her hand, "better then coffee but my heart wouldn't be in it." And sips her coffee. "Italian's always look good in suits, everybody else is just imitating," is giggled out by Circe. That she used mortals that made a profession out of fashion probably helped a great deal too.

"It is a gold skill ta have. Bang bang bye bye monster. Oh and the computers too," Circe giggles, "I mean ya can use a computer without gettin' dressed but go ta the gun range in yer pajamas is a no no," white her bobs as she nods her head. Then she sighs, "I'm a lil' glad everybody ain't clambering ta learn guns yet. I've only just rebuilt by old supply lines ya could say." Circe trusted John enough with her main career. Seraphina she was sure was wise enough to see the advantage of such contacts for the Freehold.

Circe agreed even more with Sera,"Oh yes Sera, Johnny is doing a lot better. I had ta work hard ta get him ta this point. No more hiding from me just walking inta the room in the morning." She eats the last of the confection in her hands, "Sometimes Johnny even pushes me towards the coffee and takes over talkin' ta the mailmen in the morning," there is frosting on her lips as she is smiling widely.

In Circe's defense the first time she'd done that dressed like this had been an accident of a groggy mind. The following times had very much not been. Circe was sure the postal service now had some positive views of John's evening activities.

Crimson eyes blink. "Wait, a minute. Chocloate? Vanilla? Strawberry? Ha!" Circe laughs, "I'm a Neopolitan part of a neapolitan," white eyebrows waggle at the horrid pun. "Though hafta wonder is which of the two of ya is in the middle?"

[Seraphina]

Sera laughs along with Circe. Though she wasn’t so sure about everyone else just imitating in suits. The Nix was pretty sure with the right cut and fabric, she could rock the hell out of a suit.

“I used to think I was better at fighting until I got in the ring with Quick.” There was a soft chuckle, “And learned my skills aren’t as good as I hoped. But, with that fight we had in the Hedge, I learned my Contracts are more useful than I thought. And I’m not looking to learn how to shoot guns either.” A wink and laugh. “Good luck with building your supplies. I’d offer to help, but I don’t think I have anything that would help.” A shrug.

Smiling warmly at John, then looking to the elf, “I remember how shy he was when he first got here. So this is wonderful to see!” she said honestly.

She laughs again, “That’s a great point! I didn’t even realize the whole neopolitan thing!” so she was a little slow this morning. Totally blame it on not enough coffee.

Had she been drinking her coffee, she would have totally sip it out.

The surprise was evident on her face, “John!” she says with a gasp, “When you first arrived you would’ve never said something like that!” but clearly, she was impressed. Or proud. Maybe both?

Fanning her face, she chuckles and takes off the sweatshirt. Revealing a tank top, “Have to say though, some people don’t like sharing.” True story.