Well, no, ( evie admits with a bashful smile, teeth tugging at her lip. she gets a little overeager sometimes, she admits, but luckily for her, freddie seems more than happy to guide them towards the promised sugary caffeinated haven — and freddie doesn't rip her arm off in the process. seems like a victory for team e!

that idea is reinforced when they enter the joffreys, and evie's eyes light up, promptly ordering the most sugary concoction she can find — with extra marshmallows, please. surely this will break the tension, ease the two of them into whatever's happened with freddie before she'd arrived.

the princess takes a dainty sip, crosses her legs, brows knitting together as she starts to listen to this horrible, terrible tale — even going so far as to gasp when freddie mentions killing. they've been taught bad things on the isle, stemming from their parents' actions, but the vks and the isle's other inhabitants have at least learned that threats and physical torture can often cause more harm than death. )

Kidnapped? By who? Blood ritual? I — ( she pauses, steels herself for her next question with a sip of her "coffee". ) Are you sure it wasn't your dad, testing you? I mean, our parents aren't really ... the most reasonable ... but even that seems a little far. Did you — ? ( evie simply can't bear finishing the rest of that question. )