[That slight pink tinge to Meja's cheeks is not anyone's imagination, but it's not the lobster red she used to turn at these types of conversations. She nods in a vaguely jerky manner, boot still on the blob.]
I see what you mean, now. [If she could facepalm at herself, she might. There are two swords in the way, right now. Give her a moment to recover from embarrassment, Donna.] Definitely don't let them, erm, kiss you, that sounds unpleasant.
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[That slight pink tinge to Meja's cheeks is not anyone's imagination, but it's not the lobster red she used to turn at these types of conversations. She nods in a vaguely jerky manner, boot still on the blob.]
I see what you mean, now. [If she could facepalm at herself, she might. There are two swords in the way, right now. Give her a moment to recover from embarrassment, Donna.] Definitely don't let them, erm, kiss you, that sounds unpleasant.