（ he's oblivious to her probing — he is many things, among them immortal, but he's so heavily accustomed to the veil of kulo vayn's power laid over him that he's never really troubled himself to learn more than parlour tricks from it. he just lifts his shoulders in a lanky, meandering shrug and pulls a flattened box of sweet tarts out of his pocket with a grin. ）

I mean, are you not a queen?

（ pew pew, fingerguns. he hands her the box like he's doing a marathon relay, and sliiiides over to the sink. contrary to all his complaints, he's not actually allergic to hard work or inexperienced about it, just. you know. lazy. it's a depression thing. ）

And sorry, box is kinda squashed. The candy was delicious, though, I gotta say. I think Viv pulled 'em from before everything went to corn syrup.