leila

The warmth of her simper never once wavered as Leila led her victims into the row her little family occupied. She pointed up towards a chair purposefully out of reach - setting the stage as she always did for the couple to be separated and meet their untimely demise with quiet and quick efficiency. Without fail, her husband picked up the ruse she had wordlessly offered him, offering to accompany the young woman who had ingeniously offered to retrieve the forklift to ask her about shades of paint. What a lovely idea! The young retail associate was almost over helpful at even a glimpse of Quinn's attention - her eager smile prompted a crack in Leila's facade as a scowl crossed her lips. Her gaze narrowed as she watched the pair meander down the aisle engaged in some vapid conversation. She should have chosen someone different. Her arms crossed over her chest and yet, Leila was hardly one to let her pouting ruin their quest for food. The fae's eyes shifted towards her daughter and the small, almost undetectable nod she was given. It was a subtle sign that it was time to take her own leave - Morgan was certainly capable of taking care of herself and her own food, after all these years and Leila saw no reason not to let her daughter play with her meal in any way she might like.

She pivoted upon her feet, only to meander down the lane to glance at each of the aisles as she passed. Her steps were feather light, the seemingly young woman almost skipping as she went as she continued to hum that old Belgian lullaby. She paused in front of a large section of the back of the garden center - the area staged perfectly with various displays in order to prompt customers to purchase assorted pieces to put together the idyllic backyard. She meandered down the aisle, studying several of the different displays before a soft gasp left her lips. It was perfect! And best of all, they had stacked in boxes several of the pieces of furniture just behind the display - perfectly within reach. Oh, her backyard would look utterly delightful! Leila hardly bothered to look at the price tags, the woman instead sashaying around the display to diligently search for the boxes she required to recreate it in her own backyard. It was the sound of her daughter's voice that drew her from her careful search, her head snapping up from eying the labels on the box. "Yes?" She called, moving swiftly back towards the aisle Morgan had been standing in with their cart. Her daughter's inquiry, however, prompted a soft sound of consideration upon her lips as Leila moved towards Morgan's side, her hand reaching out to cup the poor boy's chin, turning it towards her to better eye him. "Hm....they are quite lovely. What a shame." She answered, the corners of her lips tilted downward before her shoulders lifted in a vague shrug.

She reached over towards the lid of the box, popping it open to reveal the poor, crumbled body inside. "Of course they can darling - I'm hoping to fit them all in one box." She answered as she perched on the edge of the shopping cart, leaning into the box to rifle through the man's pockets. "Ah, here it is." Leila exclaimed, pulling out a pair of keys. "Check his pockets too....so we have options!" Her voice turned almost sing songy and yet, her enthusiasm only increased tenfold at her husband's return. Leila hopped off of the edge of the cart, her hands clasping together in glee as Quinn rounded the corner with that once smiling sales associate tossed haphazardly over his shoulder. Quinn held up the small little colored cards, their names printed on the upper left hand corner as he queried the difference in the hues. "It's the amount of yellow in the colors, darling. Oh, look, this one has a more blue base." She commented, plucking the cards out of his hand to study them. Hm...paint. They could use some paint. Their house was a little bland. Every wall was painted in what Leila had learned was called 'agreeable gray'. Every. Single. Wall. But first things first!

Leila pivoted upon her feet as she turned towards her daughter, her hand outstretched for the young man's keys she'd asked Morgan to fetch. "Morgan, can you also get us another cart? This one is way too small for all the furniture. I think I saw some of those big flat bed ones for lumber out front." She turned towards her husband, her head dipped down in some effort to appear extra sweet. "Darling, I found the cutest patio set. We absolutely must have it. Our patio is so....dull." Oh how she doubted her husband would tell her no and yet, it never hurt to look more alluring then the dead girl on his arm. "Grab the cart Quinn, I want to look at paint while Morgan is getting us another one. Preferably not white. I was thinking something burgundy like we had in that house in Germany. I loved that house." She happily chattered on as she made her way towards the end of the aisle, certain that her family would be quick to tend to their respective jobs while she concerned herself with paint swatches. In fact, she was sure she could find one the exact shade of color as that poor boy's eyes that Morgan seemed to love so very much.