Valentine's day (backdated, for Nita)

[wizard_errant]

Dairine has never had any interest in or respect for Valentine's Day in pretty much her whole life. She thought it was sweet when she and Nita were little and their dad gave them each a little bouquet of flowers that matched the big one he made for their mom, but other than a little girl's adoration of her daddy, she hadn't ever seen the point.

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[wizard_alive]

"Good to know that Hell's frozen over," Nita says, her mouth quirking only a little as she held herself at least a tiny bit in check. She actually wasn't waiting for Dairine, but she'd been keeping a lookout just in case things went south again this year.

Because you'll do what, Nita?

Her brows pinch together for a moment, and she shakes her head just a titch, before she pushes off the wall. "You're wearing a dress. What's up?"

Did her little sister actually have a date? Nita (with her errant gunslinger of sorts) hadn't been nearly so lucky. Not that I mind. See? This is me not minding. She paused, just for a sec. "You look pretty," she says, and it's sort of an apology for teasing her just because she's the one who's got a sore ego this time and taking it out on Dairine...

"C'mon, Dair. Spill." Well, you know. It's not like Nita's a saint or anything.

[wizard_errant]

"Thanks," Dairine says, and for a split second thinks she might actually be off the hook and that'll be the end of it. She should have known better, really.

"Well..." She shrugs, sinking down onto her bed and lifting Spot up into her lap like a cat. "I don't know, really. It's...what Valentine's Day is supposed to be, I guess?"