( a lack of an opinion from a lightwood in general would warrant a means for concern, so it isn't exactly a bad choice on his behalf to put forth a bit of effort towards what he's got a taste for—regardless if the answer is, characteristically, safe. there's a tip of her head to the side, ebony locks fastened up into a pony tail falling over her shoulder as she gives a sound in mock disbelief. )

Say it isn't so, my brother's in the mood for garlic bread? ( a tiny snicker bubbles free, shooting a glance back over her shoulder that's equal parts taunting and endearment. familiarity wraps itself like a soothing blanket about her figure, despite the welcome chill gradually given to the breaths of september. ) Maybe we should order in, no?

( stride is paused in order to align beside his own, a roll of eyne all too similar to his own cast forward as the two of them follow her lead, nearer the apartment she'd recently acquired for herself. ) The essentials, as usual. ( which were likely an entirely different list of objects than his own, but she didn't exactly have the luxury of training and living within the same building as she did back home. yet. )