The urge to laugh is suppressed behind Daisy's genuinely decent poker face, hiding all signs of amusement except a subtle quirk of her lips and a glint in her eye.
She stands up. Makes a deliberate point of lacing her fingers and stretching her arms out. Rolls her shoulders. Says:
"Try not to flail too much. For your sake. Not mine."
Then steps up to Jon and hauls all 6'2" of him up over her shoulders with two effortless motions, a firm grip on one arm and leg.
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The urge to laugh is suppressed behind Daisy's genuinely decent poker face, hiding all signs of amusement except a subtle quirk of her lips and a glint in her eye.
She stands up. Makes a deliberate point of lacing her fingers and stretching her arms out. Rolls her shoulders. Says:
"Try not to flail too much. For your sake. Not mine."
Then steps up to Jon and hauls all 6'2" of him up over her shoulders with two effortless motions, a firm grip on one arm and leg.