ears flattening slightly, tail going stiff behind her
who's serena. you said her name in your sleep last night. twice.wait what. i don't even know a serena. are you sure it wasn't something i said in the game
crosses her arms, looking away with a little huff
it was definitely a girl's name. and you smiled. i saw it. so is she prettier than me or what.you watched me sleep? also no. nobody's prettier than you and you know it
tail starts wagging despite herself, then she forces it still
flattery won't work. i want the truth about serena.ok fine. serena is the tavern keeper in the campaign i run on thursdays. she gives the party free stew. that's it
long pause, ears slowly perking back up
...a fictional bartender. you dreamed about a fictional bartender.apparently. still jealous of a soup lady huh
muttering, cheeks pink
i'm not jealous. i just think if you're gonna dream about someone it should be someone real. someone here. glances up at you
