[It's not awkward--not for her, at least. Were it anyone else, it would be hard to respond; Alisaie's got too many insecurities of her own to navigate situations like these without some sort of hesitation. But outside of their first interaction, she's never had to pretend to be anyone but who she is with Spike. He's never tried to convince her to be anybody else, never even suggested that she should act differently than how she pleased.
And that makes it easy to respond.]
Still, I'm sorry.
[There's a shifting from her bag, carefully placed in the seat next to her, and Taf pokes his nose out, the rest of him following as Alisaie looks at Erastis.
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If you'd like them at some point, they're yours. But you needn't make that decision lightly.
[Since Erastis is looking at them, she stands up to retrieve the box from the next row down, hopping the seats when she finds that the cravat and glasses had fallen out. As she does, Taf just strides across her seat, bold as you please, and will continue straight into Spike's lap unless told not to, settling down and purring reassuringly.]
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And that makes it easy to respond.]
Still, I'm sorry.
[There's a shifting from her bag, carefully placed in the seat next to her, and Taf pokes his nose out, the rest of him following as Alisaie looks at Erastis.
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If you'd like them at some point, they're yours. But you needn't make that decision lightly.
[Since Erastis is looking at them, she stands up to retrieve the box from the next row down, hopping the seats when she finds that the cravat and glasses had fallen out. As she does, Taf just strides across her seat, bold as you please, and will continue straight into Spike's lap unless told not to, settling down and purring reassuringly.]