"Why's your face like that?" Esme asked as she looked at Azel, narrowing her eyes at the strange expression he was making. "Do I look funny?"
"Well it's not like that, but look at your lips." Azel replied, lifting a finger to point at her. His tone was soft, but he was clearly holding something back.
"My lips?" She blinked, touching them with her fingertip and her eyes widened in horror when she realized they were coated in bright red pepper sauce, smeared unevenly like she had kissed a fire spirit.
She instantly snatched a napkin and began dabbing at them aggressively.
"What a waste of perfectly good pepper…" she muttered as she wiped. "Seriously, Azel, next time tell me quickly so I don't remove the flavor."
Azel just stared at her.
