Seeing that Zia was about to keep talking, Elara shook her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. She bent a little and lifted her effortlessly off the ground. She then gave her nose a playful pinch. "Zia, we seriously need to do something about this little spilling machine of yours."
Zia pouted immediately, her lips stretching so far forward it looked as if a bird could comfortably land on them. She shook her head repeatedly. "Not me. Not me."
"Frostiebun." A voice suddenly called from afar.
Carris looked up almost instantly. His gaze landing on Tonio who was now approaching them with a huge bouquet of flowers pressed against his chest with one arm. A medium paper bag hanging from his other hand.
"I heard you have a match this evening. Why are you here?" Carris asked, already stretching out a hand toward the flowers. "Thanks anyway. I really appreciate all this."
