Syrisa sat demurely as the servants brought in the food. She bit her lip, feeling their eyes on her like they knew what her and Emma had been up to. She thought that they might actually. She had no idea how thick the walls were and she knew that with the toy in her, Emma had made her cry out more than once. The blush that has reddened her cheeks only deepened when she saw the roses, the wine, and the candles. She did not know that Emma had such a romantic and intimate evening planned. Her guardian, it seemed, was just full of surprises. the little redhead did not move while the servants set everything up and her hands curled into fists, gripping her robe by the time they left. She was positively famished but she did not want to seem unladylike by sprinting to the food and wolfing it down.<br/><br/>It seemed that amourous activities really worked up an appetite, she felt as though she had not eaten in a month. Still, she waited until they had departed and the door was closed before she even looked up. She smiled at Emma, giggling at her threat.<span style="color: indigo"> "you know, Emma, it's not polite to lord your physical strength over those that are not as strong. While, i'm sure you could drag me arond against my will, just remember... i can still turn you into a frog." </span>Her smile was bright, clearly amused by the conversation. Still her mouth was positively watering when she sat at the table, wondering what all the cooks had prepared for them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>