CT doesn't bother to hide her amusement, going so far as to give a lax little curtsy once she's on her feet, before following Ripley off across the Festival Green.
This is the first time she's attended one of these sorts of events without being on the job. Even at Dahlia's birthday Gala, she attended in the mindset of an enforcer waiting for something to go wrong. Today she's putting in the effort to switch the work brain off, at least a little—maybe something will happen later, as it always seems to with these things, but it's not later yet. May as well play the part of flower court nominee, instead.
She doesn't interrupt the relative silence, as Ripley takes in the festivities. It does feel like spring, now, life reappearing from beneath the thick snow that may come back for it yet but it gone for the time being. A little part of her longs for it—the snow is novel and beautiful, but she grew up on a planet bathed in the heat of summer almost year round, and nothing is quiet so familiar as the warmth.
"Plus a plant adds a bit of life to the place, even aside from the colour," CT echoes in agreement, loosely folding her arms as she casts a look over the table. "Though with your new little wiggler you'll probably want to be careful where you put it."
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CT doesn't bother to hide her amusement, going so far as to give a lax little curtsy once she's on her feet, before following Ripley off across the Festival Green.
This is the first time she's attended one of these sorts of events without being on the job. Even at Dahlia's birthday Gala, she attended in the mindset of an enforcer waiting for something to go wrong. Today she's putting in the effort to switch the work brain off, at least a little—maybe something will happen later, as it always seems to with these things, but it's not later yet. May as well play the part of flower court nominee, instead.
She doesn't interrupt the relative silence, as Ripley takes in the festivities. It does feel like spring, now, life reappearing from beneath the thick snow that may come back for it yet but it gone for the time being. A little part of her longs for it—the snow is novel and beautiful, but she grew up on a planet bathed in the heat of summer almost year round, and nothing is quiet so familiar as the warmth.
"Plus a plant adds a bit of life to the place, even aside from the colour," CT echoes in agreement, loosely folding her arms as she casts a look over the table. "Though with your new little wiggler you'll probably want to be careful where you put it."