Snippet #973277

"I know. I got it on my first space ride and thought I'd die. Then again, here I am today." Waving at herself as if in proof, Quin shrugged a bit innocently. Letting go of the arm she'd taken captive, her head bobbed in a slight, perceptive nod, as if she understood perfectly well not to say a word out of turn. She could well imagine keeping it a secret, and she was fine with playing up the space sickness angle. It definitely wasn't the best idea to go babbling any assumptions or thoughts on the matter Sophie had.

Glancing back at the other pair of the group, a brow was quick to quirk in question. "If it's okay with everyone, I guess. I suppose I shouldn't abandon you anyway. What kind of caretaker would I be if I did?" Hands pressed to her cheeks, lilly left to waft to the ground. Only when she noticed did she utter an "Oops," and bend to scoop it back up. "My last souvenir to remember the beauty of Earth. I mean, even in its decay, beauty still exists."

After tucking the flower in with the ribbon, she spared a smile and went for the line a bee straight for the first flower. Picking up a tray, she was right onto work looking at the array of food and thinking. There were definitely a few things that weren't going to be healthy for Sophie, and she couldn't help but input her advice in the namesake of rushing through the "sickness" faster. "Pudding? In the breakfast list? Honestly, that's ridiculous," she muttered to herself, though she couldn't help but go to reach for one -- until her attention caught on the gritz; tray balanced on her right hip while the left did the reaching. (Think cream of wheat-ish.)