“ hey there, flame boy. ” she greets in return, letting a smile fall to her lips nonetheless. shoulders rise in a gently exaggerated shrug, “ no, not today, but i did talk to a very nice fern this morning. have you been setting anything on fire for fun? ”
“ FLAME BOY? “ he scoffs, a derisive sound with just a touch of genuine amusement to it. “ that’s really the best you can do? maybe you ought to ditch the ferns, start working on something better. “ he’s half teasing, half not ; it’s clear by the way his shoulders don’t quite relax that he’s still half as defensive as he ever is, as if he’s toeing the line between flirting or something more cutting. why that is, is beyond him. “ have i? it’s like you don’t know me at all. i’m good enough to give a nickname to, aren’t i? “