Festival of Roses

Lily giggled to herself as she took a seat inside the pavilion. "Well, that was something!" she said with a laugh, "Did you ever find that mead you were looking for?"

"Absolutely!" He strolled over to one of the chests, flipping it up and taking out two bottles. "Tournament mead!" He was in a great mood.

"Oh-ho! A victory indeed," she leaned forward with a smirk, "Shall I find some goblets?"

"Please."

Giving her a wink he saunters over to sit down near where she was. "Our parents are going to be pleased."

She gets up and searches a little for the goblets before returning. "Ah, I see how it is," she smirked, "It was a comfy seat I had."

He may have switched to her spot after she got up. "It was."

She held out the goblets to be filled. "So shall I find a new one or perhaps just make do. Hmm?" she asked with a challenging little smirk.

"Hahaha! Whatever you think most comfortable my lady." He continues to tease, making himself more snug in the pilfered spot. Nonetheless he does set down one bottle and open the other to fill each goblet with delicious mead.

One look at that smug smile and her decision was made. She sat down in his lap once the cups were filled. "You still haven't told me what you think of my new dress, cousin," she said with a faux pleasant voice, "I hope you don't find it too dull."

Letting her get comfy he chuckles and nods. "I've been enjoying it all evening. No doubt you hope to persuade me with it to buy you dresses more often? I will only say that I have taken notice." He taps his nose, still smiling.