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[evocation]

[She bursts out laughing, as much at the certainty as at the answer.]

Why a daiquiri?

[withmeinparadise]

What, you're telling me you don't like daiquiris?

[evocation]

[She pauses, nose wrinkling.]

I like daiquiris. Shut up. Why do I give off a daiquiri vibe?

[withmeinparadise]

Eh, call it instinct.

[ Teasing, taking a sip of his old fashioned. ]

Strawberry, probably.

[evocation]

Oh, so you're saying I'm super girly, huh?

[withmeinparadise]

I'm saying you probably like strawberries.

[evocation]

That's it? No psychoanalyzing? No horoscope?

[withmeinparadise]

All right, what's your horoscope?

[evocation]

I'm an Aries. What about you?

[withmeinparadise]

Sagittarius.

[evocation]

Of course you're a Sagittarius.

[She would have said that no matter what his answer had been.]

[withmeinparadise]

[ With a laugh: ]

What's that supposed to mean?

[evocation]

You know, charismatic, funny, can't sit still.

[withmeinparadise]

Hey, I can sit still.

[ Was he just tapping his fingers idly against the bartop? Don't worry about it, he stopped. ]

[evocation]

[Kyna laughs, tapping her finger against the back of his hand.]

Uh-huh. You're chill all the time.

[withmeinparadise]

[ So his chest glows like Morse code for a second or two, because of course he's a moron wearing a tank top under an open button-down. Oh well. Just little flickers of longing and affection and wariness, like normal people have, and an easy grin. ]

So what're Aries people supposed to be like?

[evocation]

[The wariness makes her heart twist, and she pulls her hand away. She only hesitates for a second, though, forcing herself back into teasing mode. It's fine. Totally fine.]

Awesome.

[Duh.]

Uh, intense, impulsive. You know. Fiery.

[withmeinparadise]

S'a goat, right? Or a ram?

[ Look, astrology isn't real, why would he care about the details here. ]

Figured hard-headed'd be on the list.

[evocation]

I prefer determined.

[withmeinparadise]

Determined's good. Stubborn. Steadfast.

[evocation]

[Her lips quirk up a little.]

You like that I'm stubborn?

[withmeinparadise]

[ He shrugs. ]

Eh, s'not your worst quality.

[evocation]

[That's kind of nice to hear, honestly.]

Okay, so what's my worst quality?

[withmeinparadise]

Oh, no. [ Still light-hearted, teasing. ] That's like asking if an outfit makes you look fat.

[ The only winning move is not to play. ]

[evocation]

Come on, pick something. I won't get mad, I promise.

[She sounds sincere, at least.]