Private Finished Two Redheads and a River in Egypt

Andrasta was already smiling again. She saw that blushing, and Orsick was already telling her not to mention it.

"Hey Orsick. You want to know what's red right now?" She had a huge grin on her face, and she was looking right at him, waiting for a few beats to tell him.

"It's our hair color. We both have red hair. We match." She giggled. Orsick definitely thought she was going to point out his blush.

She also thought it was kind of funny how she had been mistaken for a Drakenhardt before, and now she had one as a boyfriend. What if she became one, someday? That would definitely be a long way into the future, if it ever happened - but that wouldn't stop her idle thoughts from drifting there later.

"No way, dweeb." Andrasta playfully bumped into him. "I'm the rebellious one, so that makes me the cool one too." She started leaning on him too now, pushing against him, moving him off course.

While she was getting up to that, she actually started thinking about it a little bit. "We might just both be cool in different ways," she said. This was probably a lot more thought than their jokey bickering really called for, but still. The people who thought she was really cool didn't always feel that way about Orsick, and vice-versa.