The woman looked down at all the bags, idly massaging her scalp in consideration. "Well, most of this stuff is for you," she admitted, sheepishly. Neylani bent forward, reaching for one of the smaller bags that was partially covered up by the others, and plucked it from the pile as if the effort required nothing. "This is my bag here," she gave it an affectionate pat. "I found some clothes that I thought you would find interesting-- don't come for me about it, either, I've nothing better to spend my money on anyway, I should get to spoil my friends when I wish to."
She dropped her bag back onto the pile, allowing the male to drag her along through the cabin. "I play," Neylani said in defense of herself, yet there was some guilt lacing her tone at the same time. Mikhael was right, though. So much of her time was taken up either by work or her other 'extracurriculars' like The Pack and The Den, and in general the many people she had to check in on to make sure they were managing their lives according to plan. While she enjoy all of that, it was still a lot of work, and rarely free of stress. "Okay, I could chill out a bit," Ney allowed after cringing to herself of these thoughts. "But what can I say? I like to stay busy."
The wolf rested her hip to the counter, observing Mikhael as he went above and beyond preparing what was clearly going to be the perfect glass of wine. "I'll do my best," she promised, laughing to herself, as she plucked the drink from him and offered a salute of thanks for it before Neylani took a healthy take from it. "You seem to be in such a good mood," she couldn't help comment as they made way back to the living room. Was there something new going on in her friend's life that she didn't know about yet? Or was he just that far along in 'relaxing' by the time she'd arrived? "You know me, I'm a sucker for those romcoms," the wolf sighed dramatically, laying a hand over her heart and shaking her head. "But you always humor my choice-- you pick this time."
