things you said at the kitchen table-Ivy and Misuin
Misuin smiled as the door swung open.
"Ah, mi amor," he purred, beginning to turn, only to freeze as Ivy stood there, covered neck to toe in mud looking like he had personally offended her. "What-?"
"Food." she said firmly, eyeing the bowl in his hands like a ravenous dog. "Now."
"Please?" She asked, softer, moving towards the table. Misuin hurried to comply, hearing her stomach rumble. He set the fresh bread and warm soup in front of her, grabbing his own food before sitting across from her. She tore into her food, slowly relaxing as she inhaled the meal.
"Adra was a bitch," Ivy said, sitting back with a long sigh. "One of these days I'm turning her into stew."
"As is your right," Misuin tilted his head with a slight smile. "What did she do this time?"
"Led me on a chase through the worst parts of the woods because I dare suggest she stay in her pen this year," Ivy grumbled. "She's getting older, I worry about her fawning."
Misuin nodded. "She's pretty headstrong that one."
Ivy groaned, rubbing her face. "She really is."
"Maybe I can distract you from your worries?" he purred, leaning on the table. "Help you out of those clothes?"
Ivy raised an eyebrow, peeking at him from under her hand.
"I'm drenched in mud and nug shit and you are thinking about getting in my pants?" she laughed.
"You are very sexy in your element," Misuin chuckled. "Besides, I offered a distraction and a change of clothes. It was you that got a sexual message from it."
"Shut up," Ivy snorted. "I'm going to bathe. Feel free to join me."
She stood and approached him, looking like a lioness on a hunt. Misuin sat up eagerly as she leaned down, expected a kiss. Instead, Ivy smeared mud across his cheek and ran off laughing as he sputtered.
