[Bugger. You've been a tactless old bat again, Wildthyme. Iris never means anything but well; she's not always prepared for moments when her perspective jars this hard on a human one.
She leaves it a moment and sends a text.]
sorry bb. I've left you and Bea some spiced rum up in the spa.
[private| text]
She leaves it a moment and sends a text.]
sorry bb. I've left you and Bea some spiced rum up in the spa.