if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
The young Were-Panda, in all her excitement of the super warm super comfy room she found herself in, had completely forgotten the pink pastel box in her hands, even in spite of how long she had worked on the delectable sweet treats nestled inside. Her considerations of how nice the sitting room was, however, was momentarily interrupted by Dorian's insistence that Sebastian would be otherwise preoccupied for the remainder of the evening. In a way, Abigail was almost glad the elder vampire was missing if only because asking about sex with him here too would be like OH MY GOD embarrassing! As if asking Dorian wasn't difficult enough as it was! Abigail was entirely quick to brush off those concerns, at least until the Italian Monarch inquired about Arlo. Oh, Arlo! The very mention of her boyfriend almost caused the young woman to deflate, that glimpse of uncertainty finally gracing her feminine features as she was, once again, stuck dwelling upon that singular promise she'd made that had dragged her ALL the way over here...sitting in Dorian's living room...dying from bashfulness at all the words she hadn't said yet. Oh, how she almost wished she could not speak about it now! Her very desires almost causing her to seize with unnecessary enthusiasm upon Dorian's inquiry of her super duper special box!

She hardly hesitated as she thrust the pale pink box towards her companion, the girl insisting quite proudly that it was for him! She was quick to open the lid, her hazel eyes peeking over the top of it and down at the Nepalese sweets tucked inside between carefully laid sheets of wax paper. Carefully, she relinquished her hold upon the box as Dorian took it within his hands, the inquisitive fashion at which he so peered into it only furthering that grin that so caused her features to light up like the sun. His very exclamation prompted a girlish giggle to Abigail's lips as she nodded quite eagerly. "Aren't they really really neat? Some of the people back home can't make them SUPER ELABORATE! I can only do flowers but I didn't think they looked so bad. They're kind of like daisies, right?" Abigail continued, easily focusing the entirety of her attention upon her creation. She was quick to inform Dorian of both its name and origin, only to describe the very flavor before she offered for her companion to try one of them....maybe...if he felt like it. She couldn't be too pushy, after all, even if she thought he really really really should try one.

Thankfully, all of Abigail's wishing seemed to work in her favor splendidly as Dorian agreed to taste the curious bread creation. Her hands clapped together just in front of her lips in her own eagerness as her large hazel eyes watched the Monarch pluck one of her battered flowers from the box. Her gaze followed that treat as Dorian took a bite at it, only to stare at the man intently for some hint of what he might have thought of her absolutely favorite food like...ever. Oh! He smiled! That was a good thing! That was a good thing, right? A squeak of delighted excitement left her lips as Dorian insisted it was pleasing, the very idea of an Italian dessert near immediately catching her attention. "Oh, I would like that very much! I bet you have -- " Her very enthusiasm was cut off but the mention of Arlo, those words dying swiftly upon her lips before that slightly pink hue once again painted the apples of her cheeks. Abigail sighed audibly, her hands falling into her lap as her gaze trailed abruptly from her companion.

"Arlo made me promise him that I'd talk to one of my friends about....about..." She paused, that blush becoming all the fiercer as her voice quieted even further. "That I'd talk to one of my friends about sex and I thought that maybe you and I were friends and maybe you'd know why he wants....all these things if you'd ever had sex with any girl before you and Sebastian got married but...but if we're not those kinds of friends then I'm really really sorry and um...I can talk to someone else." She bit on her bottom lip, the girl only increasingly worried at the realization that she didn't know what sort of friends were the ones you talked to when your boyfriend said to talk about sex with someone. What was she even supposed to talk to Dorian about!? Arlo and his desire to put hands in no-no zones?! All of this sex thing was so....so weird. Ugh! Maybe Dorian would be just as clueless as her!