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"The teahouse is out because I couldn't think of a name, and I would like to know whatever she said about me," she says with a slight smirk.

"Oh, you don't treat me like s**t, Anna," Saria sighs, "You're just the nightmarish older sister I thank the fates I never had. It's ok, you can tell her what you want. Except for you know what. Don't you ******** dare tell her that."

"Ok, kitten," Aena winks at Saria, "I won't tell her that." She turns to Nartair, "Well, let me think. She mentioned something about grapes," Aena smirks, "She likes your ears. Oh, and she likes your hair, too, the way it falls over your eyes. And she finds your former occupation dangerous and exciting. She keeps talking about this one time she played piano for you that she really got into it. And she likes the way you help her be brave by gently leading her along until she's ready to do it. She says you kinda push, but not really, just enough to prevent her from chickening out, but not enough to make her nervous about it. And there's probably more, too." Aena smiles.

Saria blushes and buries her face in Nartair's shoulder, "This is so weird. But I don't mind it, funny enough." She looks at Nartair, "Don't worry, love, the secret is for you, but not for now, for later."

"What do you mean for later? I would very much like to know now," she says, trying to act innocent. She fists one hand and holds it with the other, begging, "Please, I'll do anything if you tell me now."

"Shush, Aena," Saria frowns then turns to Nartair, "Believe me, this is not the time or the place to tell you. This is something really worth waiting for." She kisses you on the lips, "And trust me, you're going to be thankful you waited."

Aena puts her hands in her pockets and looks innocent, whistling a tune from Cats.