<span style="color: indigo">"No, you look like you have no concern for manners whatsoever." </span>Syrisa said with a teasing smile.<span style="color: indigo"> "Still in one piece -for now-." </span>She corrected, the smiling only growing and a soft giggle slipping from those kissable lips. She rose from the seat, trying and failing to hide that she was still a little sore and shaky from being used so thoroughly by Emma and her toy. Every step send pleasant and insistant tingles through her small form. Her eyes widened as well and her tongue flicked out to lick her lips at the sight of all the delicious food and the smells that wafted from them. While Emma uncovered the rest of the food, Syrisa decided that she could help by setting the glasses and cutlery out on the table. It was the first time that she had ever lifted a finger to help with the meals.<br/><br/>She blushed as her gaze met Emma's and she picked up two plates, handing one to the tall blonde.<span style="color: indigo">"Thank you for getting this for us. It's so lovely with the candles and the flowered and all the good food. I-I am lucky to have you." </span>She felt foolish as soon as she said it. The words were a terrible understatement and she felt stupid for having said them. There was so much more that she wanted to tell the statuesque beauty before her but for another first, she did not have the words. She silently began to dish out her food.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>