<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla looked over at her brother expectantly, a bit of a smile on her face.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “I told him we’re both picky about what our journals are like…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she said, before beginning to eat, stopping herself every now and then to follow proper table manners. Her instructor kept saying these things would come naturally eventually, but why it mattered which fork at dinner was used for what part of the meal, she’d never understand.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi smirked a little.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“Well yes, but only one of us likes to smell the covers before we buy them.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla glared at him from across the table, silently, as if debating breaking a rule to fling a fork into his face.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“You’re lucky i’m not allowed to cast spells right now…”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi turned to look back at lucian, ignoring the woman on the other side of the table who was trying to murder him with her eyes.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “I think we’d both love that. I know it’s been awhile since I’ve been out and about… as for the matching set… we used to share clothes anyways.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he looked back at his sister, as though not even noticing the look on her face. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“What do you think?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he asked pleasantly, still smirking.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla sighed, before nodding in agreement, returning to her food.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"><i> &lt;I’d wear a dress, just to see him force you into one.&gt;</i></span>