@luminousrider, my purse has extra pockets for this occasion...!
[ MINT CANDY ] - For when your breath isn’t as fresh as newly-fallen snow. "Do you like these?" Altena holds out the mint Sigurd had forced upon her. She hadn't been sure if Nanna was the right person to give it to at first. It had been her mother that turned it into a whole thing earlier after all. But she trusts Nanna. Nanna is, well, a friend. And, right now, when her cheeks are still so flushed from the way her uncle had called her out, Altena needs the comfort of a friend. "My uncle...I just don't like these! People keep giving them to me and I just don't like them!" A moment. "Please don't tell your mother."
Tada! A sweet snack appeared, so delicate and pristine, and not at all passed around like a salacious rumor or a veiled insult! Nanna clasped her hands, laughter already taking off. "Oh, that's perfect then!" Nanna did not necessarily care for the mints themselves, but she cared for the girl giving them away. What on earth could have made her flush such a schoolgirl hue? She hadn't looked like this since Nanna found her dripping from a fountain two years prior. "...Here, let me take it off your hands!"
"Your uncle...?"
Huh? Had Lord Sigurd returned? He had arrived years ago to make Yuletide merry, and disappeared like a specter soon after. "Oh, you know you could just be honest with them! Here, let me just..."
She opened her purse and shook it like an almsgiving basket. Clearing an orchid from one of the pockets, Nanna made an all-too-graceful swap. "See? Is that not easy? If anyone else comes up to you, won't you simply give them to me? It really is no skin off my back..."
Popping a mint into her mouth, she flashed a boyish grin. "Mmm-hm?" (Translated: See?)
A moment.
"Mmmhmmmmmhm?" (Translated: Wait, what do you mean my mother?)
