[Lucretia's giggling, so soft and sweet and completely genuine, manages to tug at the elf's heart, fondness for the other woman curling at her lips. After all that they've been through, even with the hurt still swirling and tightening within Lup, it still feels so nice to see Lucretia in their home, laughing, feeling comfortable and welcome. When's the last time she's let herself just laugh? When's the last time she could let her guard down and be herself?
Lup imagines it's been a very long time.]
Crushin' it, babe. Shame you don't stand a chance against me, but look at you giving me a real run of it.
[Lup waits for Lucretia to refill her own glass before she's tipping hers forward towards the other woman, before slinging it back again.]
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Lup imagines it's been a very long time.]
Crushin' it, babe. Shame you don't stand a chance against me, but look at you giving me a real run of it.
[Lup waits for Lucretia to refill her own glass before she's tipping hers forward towards the other woman, before slinging it back again.]