[It usually takes a lot to leave Lup blushing, but Lucretia manages to make the elf's already pink cheeks go darker, her brows jumping upwards towards her hairline. Of all the things she could have expected to hear fall from the other woman's mouth, that most certainly hadn't been it.]

Shit, Luce. [Lup giggles while her long legs stretch out in front of her on the perfect grass. She leans back on her hands, gaze finally drifting back to the other woman. It's impossible to ignore how red the two of them are, just what secrets are itching to be aired after being kept hidden for so long.] All you ever had to do was ask, y'know. To, uh, get me in any of those positions. [a beat, before she adds, teasingly,] For painting. Natch.

[Lucretia is clearly mortified, but the elf just laughs again at her desperate plea to be set aflame. It's never going to be that easy to get away from Lup now, Lucretia.] If you need a minute or two to catch your breath before you start sketchin' shit out, you could come pop a squat next to me. [Lup runs her hand along the grass, right at the empty space next to her.]

Grass is pretty cozy.