Day 19 (Alt) - Change

"That's new."

Much as she'd always be loath to admit it, Tyrea loved the way Linada spoke. The matter-of-fact-ness jutted up against a conversational lilt that touched the cadence one might be expecting only just so, and then departed to other things. In this case, the other things were supplies to be removed from a carton whose arrival Tyrea had supervised, with twin buns spiraled up from pigtail braids in tow.

"And? What of it?" She simply wouldn't be caught off-guard.

Linada tutted at the sharp retort, simultaneously good-naturedly and perfectly offended. "And I like it. And I like you."