She pauses. Is that what it means then? Well. Reira stares as if studying the other, pondering her options and her words. Pondering what there is for her in the farm, more than anything else.
"...So I can still sit where I want, and talk then."
She's very deliberately being a shit, she has decided. It's just so much better than endless fruit picking.
"You're still doing your job. So it's okay. ...I'll just talk about things that are important for me and no one else then." ...For now, at least. "...Like how the fruits look like things from some of the games on the 'party console' at home." Carnival is home, naturally. She's very immediately dropping into inane chatter though.
Because it's something. Perhaps even something normal. She sort of feels like it is at least.
I'll probably fade this out in a few tags given what she's Planning lmfao...
"...So I can still sit where I want, and talk then."
She's very deliberately being a shit, she has decided. It's just so much better than endless fruit picking.
"You're still doing your job. So it's okay. ...I'll just talk about things that are important for me and no one else then." ...For now, at least. "...Like how the fruits look like things from some of the games on the 'party console' at home." Carnival is home, naturally. She's very immediately dropping into inane chatter though.
Because it's something. Perhaps even something normal. She sort of feels like it is at least.