[His laughter makes her grin pull wider, and she takes the time it takes him to calm down to swing her legs around and move to sit on the edge of the bed. At the same time he retrieves the orb out of the bag, and the gravitas of the thunk it makes on the table is offset slightly by the persisting giggles.]
That... is not nearly as fun as my first assumption. [Standing up, she walks over to the table, looping an arm lazily around his side. Her other hand taps one manicured nail on the reflective surface of the orb.]
:'D
That... is not nearly as fun as my first assumption. [Standing up, she walks over to the table, looping an arm lazily around his side. Her other hand taps one manicured nail on the reflective surface of the orb.]
What does it do?