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[3rdtimelucky]

Goldilocks is not cold or heartless. She would likely be quite upset if anyone implied differently, though she'd only mentally put a gun to their head. See? That's true compassion

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[mmquitecontrary]

Speaking of eyes, there's a pair of small, steady blue ones aimed right at her.

[3rdtimelucky]

Blue is met by blue after a short while. Goldy waves amiably.

"Hello, Mary. How are you?"

[mmquitecontrary]

"I am well," Mary says, seriously. "I have been working in my garden in the greenhouse."

[3rdtimelucky]

"Oh, that's good."

"I am also well," she replies pre-emptively before inclining her head a touch. "You have your own garden?"

[steak_man]

Cypher is smashed, and also at the bar. And checking Goldy out. Freely staring at her breasts through the turtleneck. Hey, it doesn't help that they've actually slept together.

[3rdtimelucky]

Goldy doesn't mind the ogling. In fact, she might just straighten a little to further exacerbate her curves.

"Miss them?" she inquires idly.

[steak_man]

Cypher downs half a glass of Johnnie Walker. He's actually holding the bottle and the glass.

"Yeah," he says roughly. And honestly. "Those were good."

[3rdtimelucky]

"They still are," she says with a smirk. Someone's a bit full of herself tonight.