its just a lil dusty

Bramble allowed her gaze to linger as Quill moved confidently about her room. It was as if he'd been here a thousand times before. As if not a single thing were out of place and he knew it well. Watching him only made her heart flutter faster, stomach twisting, wondering if she was just really hungry or it was something else. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she smiles and feels her cheeks blush at his comment.

"I'm sure yours will fit you just as well eventually," she replied, moving in a relaxed manner toward the table full of their lunch. Her nose twitches at the heady scents of the brews, her stomach finally giving a requesting gurgle that she eat at least something. As gracefully as she can, she plops herself near Quill, not quite close enough that they were touching, but close in a way that it was obvious she wished to be near him.

Looking hungrily to the spread, she resists the urge to lick her lips. Lifting her paw and revealing a sharp cat claw, she spears a blueberry upon it and pops it in her mouth. Savoring the tart flavor, her eyes widen at Quill's comment. Both brows lift and so do her ears as she glances at Quill carefully. Swallowing her blueberry, she can't hide the flush that burns hotter and hotter across her cheeks. Now wasn't the time to fudge this up. No, she needed to be... not clumsy, awkward Bramble. She could be flirty, suave... Right? After a beat, she turns her muzzle toward him to look more directly at his ice and blush eyes.

"Are you implying you wish to share my bed with me, sir?" Bramble teases, a playful smile on her lips as she maintains eye contact while spearing a piece of strawberry upon her claw and popping it into her mouth to chew slowly. Don't choke on it, dummy.