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Konoha ⬤ Jinba
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[cadeuces]

Of course, Konoha. I may not be able to help you with much, here, but I can at least know you're not hurting yourself with him. I'm always happy to share some tips and see people enjoying themselves properly. And set minds at ease, what little I can.

I'm also always happy to listen, if you ever wish to speak of anything. I'm sure you already know that. But the offer is always open.

( She'll start cleaning up the emptied containers they'd brought and she screws the cap back on the half-depleted bottle of vodka before tucking it into Konoha's basket with a knowing little pat and a wink, and sets to putting things away. It was nice to spend time with her, too.

Angela doesn't often get the chance to speak with other ladies like this. Least of all in this place. It's something she only realizes she's lacking when she and Konoha began, and now it's... such a strange concept. Or perhaps it shouldn't be strange? That almost all of her acquaintances are men. That was often how it had been working alongside the military, as well. )

We'll have to do this again some time soon, you know. I enjoyed it very much.

( And she gets up, ready to gather up the blanket laid out and give it a good shake of any little bugs or stray leaves and grassy bits before folding it in quarters and rolling it up. )

gently wraps up?

[lumberlady]

[When Angela starts to move Konoha automatically pitches in to help, draining the last bit of drink and- oh, she's going home with the vodka drink, apparently! She can let Gonta try it, too, then.

These picnic things were kind of nice... She was used to eating her lunch outdoors but not with a proper blanket or alcohol... or way-more-fun-than-she-thought-it-would-be girl talk.]

Mm, me too! Thank you, Angela...

[So when things are all gathered up, Konoha is all smiles and just a little bit of blush left on her cheeks, giving a last bow to see her guest off.

Until next time, that was.]