( oh, how rude. she'll have to feign offense, hand fluttering to her heart in imitation of a southern belle even as her eyes shine, repressed laughter rumbling in her chest. )

Well, I can't make any promises...

( because, let's be real, she will absolutely pull that stinger out and use it again in the future just to be obnoxious and make him laugh. she likes a man who can laugh without restraint, who doesn't mind going along with the ridiculous every now and again. the world is messy and painful most of the time, and daisy figures now if ever they could do with a little brightness. )

But I guess I could let you buy me a new drink. ( her eyes catch on a tragically teal-colored pint of something in the hands of someone across the bar. ) If you promise to pick something that comes in normal colors, that is.