𝑺𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒆 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒓

“I suppose I don't dislike lively things.”

“I wish I could say the same, I'm usually surrounded by a particularly loud friend."

“Are you not used to it?”

"... I can imagine some more comfortable spots and positions. But this is perfectly fine." Elegant, and all of Sophie looked... quite beautiful to say the least.

"I'm resting on them, to name some." A bit of a roundabout way to admit it, at least when it came to the words. Still, an honest answer, surprisingly-

"... all the best ones." That's it for the glass cannon she was. Evasive reply not to get drawn in for more teasing.

"It's under the very important information, that's for sure. Along with some... sights." She had the audacity to tilt her head to the side... until she straight up rested it on Sophie's chest.

"Yeah. Looked." Oh, that tone was saying it so obviously any passerby would figure out that it wasn't looking alone. Free arm wrapped around Sophie's waist. "Perfect memory, remember?"

Eyes slightly widened at the tease, and she resorted to sipping from her cup. Then, a smug expression formed on her face. And she immediately started whispering from behind that cup. ... Sophie's exact measurements. All three.