Looking across the table at Lance, she wanted to know what the hell he must have been on, to sit across from her and look so... so almost casual about it. Awkward, yes. Very awkward, and she wanted to shrink into her seat and cry and disappear into thin air (why hadn't she learned that spell yet, hmm?).

She settles for running her hands over her face, trying to get rid of the sharp feeling at the tip of her nose. The tip of her nose that was slowly turning red. "I'm sorry- I'm so bloody sorry- I can't tell you that I can't have this conversation because we are having it, but I don't want to have it. Any of this. I'm just-" she sits back in the seat, burying her head in her hands.

"I'm just over this bloody curse!"