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Endearing was a positive in her eyes, she’d much rather her own parents be interested in her love life than not care for it at all. Her mother, Trixie, was often prompting her to establish herself in the market as if she was a prize to be won by some poor unsuspecting suitor. She meant well but Ruby did not have the confidence or poise to promote herself as such. Her father meanwhile was a little tough of a cookie to crack, capable of a cold stare to freeze the Sahara but really a teddy bear underneath. They cared and that was all she could ask for.
Ryu’s genuine laugh briefly settled the nervous energy in her stomach. “Do you have many? Siblings I mean.” She was the second eldest but was often the voice of reason amongst her opinionated and rather Slytherin oriented family. Thank Merlin her parents had adopted Holly to balance it out a little. “I remember,” she added softly at the recollection of ten years ago. She had not been on the frontline herself but had chosen to be by her mothers side and treat the injured as they came through, hence how she had met Charles in the first instance. He had, naturally, mentioned his eldest son once or twice..
Well that was even MORE thoughtful and didn’t do much to quell the guilt she was feeling over her own lack of efforts. More so perhaps that she didn’t know Ryu well enough to establish what he was into rather than a genuine feeling of thoughtlessness. She settled into the chair with a polite ‘thank you’ before reaching out to pull the bag over towards her and peer inside. “Oh how beautiful!” she gasped as she gently removed the vase and ran the tips of her fingers down the soft petals. “You’ll be pleased to know I’m rather good at keeping plants alive” she laughed brightly. “Although I’ve never attempted to propagate from a tree cutting before, just my mundane houseplants.” And this was a dreadfully uninteresting conversation to be having on a first date, unless he was a plant man himself. On any occasion, nobody needed to hear how easily she had acquired a small army of Spider Plants in her flat and had refused to get rid of any to the extent that one bedroom had become a miniature jungle. “In that case I couldn’t possibly say no to them.” Not that she would’ve refused in any instance.
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