At the mention of getting more flowers, Freya smiled. “So, this means I can expect more flowers from you, James?” She teased. As he answered her questions, she nodded. “Ah. Right. Well. In a really selfish small way I am glad I’ll still have you to myself this weekend.” She giggled. She looked up, curiously. “You what?” She took a moment, and then grinned. “Well of course you can get another one, silly. All you had to do was say something. You know I don’t mind getting you anything. And neither does Daddy for that matter.” She was right though, the Von Rykers spared no expense for their workers to make sure that they were always comfortable, and happy.
Freya did find it a bit odd he had never had his hair styled, but then feigned a gasp in teasing. “Not stressed or worried. Not James!” She was being over dramatic, and placed her hand over her chest. Excited that they would get to decorate his apartment, she squeaked in delight. “Helping James decorate, get new cutlery stuff AND a new outfit? This day rocks!” She giggled, and as she pulled James out of the bathroom, she looked around her room. “Uhmmmm, do you know what the weather is going to be today, James?” She asked, pulling off her sweater that was covered in the labors of this morning’s work, wearing a tank top underneath, careful not to mess up what James had already done to her hair. She moved to her closet, waiting for a forecast from James, and took into consideration what he himself was wearing.
Freya did find it a bit odd he had never had his hair styled, but then feigned a gasp in teasing. “Not stressed or worried. Not James!” She was being over dramatic, and placed her hand over her chest. Excited that they would get to decorate his apartment, she squeaked in delight. “Helping James decorate, get new cutlery stuff AND a new outfit? This day rocks!” She giggled, and as she pulled James out of the bathroom, she looked around her room. “Uhmmmm, do you know what the weather is going to be today, James?” She asked, pulling off her sweater that was covered in the labors of this morning’s work, wearing a tank top underneath, careful not to mess up what James had already done to her hair. She moved to her closet, waiting for a forecast from James, and took into consideration what he himself was wearing.