Even on a beach island vacation, Camilla would find a way to keep her title of “juice lady.” Where she found the supplies, for both non alcoholic and alcoholic drinks, or the cart she managed to hitch to Barbie to drag everything along with her was unimportant. It was juice time.
“Here darling! Do let me know if you’d like something stronger to mix in.”🍹
"Miss Camilla," He bows his head, respectfully raising the proffered glass up to toast to her. "--awfully kind of you."
"You really know how to lighten up the entire campsite," Quan glanced over both his shoulders, counting all the pretty, dew-dropped glasses and wondering just how many of those were her doing. His lips half-quirked, awe glowing quietly from his dark gaze. "Does it come naturally to you? You're amazing." In all his life, the most handsome rewards came to those that could rouse the hearts of many. He took note of her ability as a sign that even he had room to improve.
"Surely. But nature means nothing without hard work."
"I'll take something a little stronger," He adds casually, strolling closer to admire her wyvern-cart up close. Between his daughter and Camilla, he had a number of run ins with wyverns outside of his own death site, so he could truly admire their versatility up close. Perching his chin between the notch of his thumb and index, he hummed quietly. Scales, fangs, deep-set eyes—
A faint flash of a memory comes back to him, of an arena long past.
"Ah that's right. I haven't had the chance to talk to you since the Arena, but I thought I ought to commend you." He didn't see her. Not really. But he saw the size of her shadow looming over him, seconds before he felt her axe thunder through his armor. "You truly bested me back then, and kept your mind on the objectives ahead." He skillfully omitted the fact that Altena had done the opposite, blazing head first with rage without considering herself and her place within her own team.
A quiet "Ha..." escapes from his lips.
"If you need my hand in anything, do call. Even if it's..." He holds up the glass, playfully swirling it between his fingers. "I'd much rather have you on my side than not."