Pretty sure you're the only one who died doing it though! That's gotta count for a little more. [Lucretia's attempts to get her to stop laughing are just priceless, especially that unimpressed expression that just barely misses it's mark. Each shove and scowl just continue to draw the last lingering laughs from her, until Lup is left wiping tears from her face, smiling so wide her face hurts.

For her part, Lup tries not to think about how very uncertain her own future is, wondering where she could be and if she'll ever have the chance to do something utterly embarrassing for the rest of the group to laugh at again. Instead, she tips her head backwards against the back of the couch and drags Lucretia closer, squeezing the other woman's arm softly. Not quite an apology, she's not going to apologize for laughing at something that deserved to be laughed at, but something kind and appreciative.

She hates to see Lucretia trapped with the rest of them in Hadriel, but she's so grateful to have her.]

Hey, [she makes a swipe for the bottle back] Up for a little art yet?