[Oona really puts some effort into trying to look reluctant or suspicious, but she leans in as he does, eyes wide in wonder. Flying? It sounds crazy, but she can't help but wonder what it would be like.]
Fine. Will come. But do not drop me-- Will bite. [A cursory warning before she takes his hand, her grip betraying just how eager she was]
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Fine. Will come. But do not drop me-- Will bite. [A cursory warning before she takes his hand, her grip betraying just how eager she was]