The laughter hurts a little, but Allura would prefer whatever story Diva is apparently concocting to the reality of the situation. Her discomfort is more from shame than embarrassment, and there's a lot about what happened, and her choices that still haunts her. Not to mention the very complicated feeling of knowing that, if she had the choice, she really didn't want him to die.
After a few ticks to gather herself, Allura collects the next batch of cookies, and the sheet of paper that Lance left behind, before heading back out, forced smile plastered on.]
I had Lance write a list of things humans usually do at these get togethers.
[She offers Diva the slip of paper, praying that she'll let the old topic drop.]
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The laughter hurts a little, but Allura would prefer whatever story Diva is apparently concocting to the reality of the situation. Her discomfort is more from shame than embarrassment, and there's a lot about what happened, and her choices that still haunts her. Not to mention the very complicated feeling of knowing that, if she had the choice, she really didn't want him to die.
After a few ticks to gather herself, Allura collects the next batch of cookies, and the sheet of paper that Lance left behind, before heading back out, forced smile plastered on.]
I had Lance write a list of things humans usually do at these get togethers.
[She offers Diva the slip of paper, praying that she'll let the old topic drop.]