Ophelia/Oenone have a conversation about sex.
Oenone’s cheeks lit up brightly like a bright flame. “Is this even…”
A mischievous grin appears on Lia’s face. “Oh yes. Definitely. Might I also suggest that this can be amplified with outstanding results with a thin layer of rock armour and a small touch of flames…”
Oenone’s blushed features dies down a little, now mixed with a bit of curiosity. “Really, Ophi? But what if accidents occur with Jowan casting the flames? And what if I cast rock armour and it went…”
Obviously Oenone is not the only mage flaming up brightly. By Anders’ predictions, Jowan would start waving his hands exasperatedly shortly, possibly throwing in some terrible singing. Not that Anders want hear Jowan’s singing. Kinloch Hold didn’t hold regular choir practice for them. Not that it would have helped Jowan’s singing in the first place.
That impish grin on Lia’s face says it all. Anders know that look too well. You two are not going to talk to each other, sitting on opposite sides of the room. So we’re just going to talk about sex as punishment for being party poopers and for not getting along…
Lia clearly wouldn’t mind hearing Jowan singing soon, since she continues on to reassure Oenone, whose face is blushing again just as furiously as his own was the whole time, with more explicit instructions and information.
This is going to be one long, awkward night.