H-421: Charter Boat, off the Little Isle coast
Raina enjoyed that bump.
“I don’t mind; enjoying seeing it repurposed.”
She smiles at Lia’s bling reference, takes the opportunity to look at her and they in the dim ruddy light, gold figurines glinting. Raina lets the silence hang – it’s not inherently uncomfortable unless Lia wants to interpret it so.
Presently, “I wanted to check there wasn’t anything important that you were upset about, glad it’s just a misunderstanding about swimwear.”
Lia will smile back and swing her little figurines briefly. The silence sits surprisingly comfortably, she is used to being looked at, so this is not especially different for her.
“Upset is a strong word. It’s difficult to imagine what could upset me whilst enjoying this party. Let’s see, the food? No, pretty damn fabulous so far. The entertainment? Wait, no that was good too. The bath? Fucking fantastic. The company…”
Her cheeky grin increases.