Oh good. Even the potential prospect of one day having to return to a farm themed anything made Mira put on an ambivalent smile and blink quickly. Was she the strange one for enjoying more city/wizard-kind related events? Time to change the subject.
Mira's mouth twitched, exposing some teeth in a genuine smile. "Yes," she said, bringing her hands together to clasp each other. "I think I like how you put that." In all honesty, she didn't care much about this credit business, surprisingly. Perhaps it was a sign of maturity on her part. Or simply an overall uncaring about things in general. She'd go with maturity. Humility wasn't the worst trait to pick up.
That didn't mean, however, she was above accepting compliments from such an attractive-looking wizard like Derek Dobbs. Nope, he could boost her ego all he wanted, and she would thoroughly enjoy every second of it.
"Clearly," she started, raising her brows and her shoulders in a mock accepting manner. What was a witch to do? If she was to go along with this, she would obviously need a proper place to sit and accept all this accomplishment. Spotting a couple of well-placed (and sturdy looking) bales of hay behind Derek, she casually pressed by him to prop herself up, thinking them an acceptable throne to sit on for its purpose.
She beckoned Derek with her hands, inviting him closer. "Come on, tell me how much you like my party," she stated in an amused manner, dipping her chin toward her chest as she spoke. The fact that this seat also created a much better height-proportion for snogging? Purely coincidental.
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