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There's still only a certain amount of sunlight that Yvaine is willing to be exposed to at any given time - so when she steps out of the relative darkness of the kitchen it's only under the shade of a rather ridiculously wide-brimmed hat with an equally ridiculous feather sticking out of the top. She can't say that she is particularly fond of Tobias' sense of fashion. Or even if she's certain that the hat is actually Tobias' ... or a decidedly unamusing way to make her look like an idiot.

Either way it keeps the sun off of her face well enough that she doesn't care.

And from what she can tell from Tristran's current display of sword fighting prowess she could probably take him if he did decide to make fun of her - or her hat. A fact which prompts a wide grin over the clashing and clanging and thumping as she reclines on one of the barrels off to the side of the deck.

It's not like she's one to turn down free entertainment.

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"Probably ought t-- oh?" she pauses, brushing the hair out of her face, blinking downward as if to check and only succeeding in glimpsing the tip of her nose.

"I swear, that man is not allowed to touch me anymore. Just makes a mess."

He laughs slightly in response.

Tristran doesn't quite think about it as he raises his hand and reaches towards her cheek. With his thumb, he gently dusts off the white powder until it is more or less just her pale glittery skin once more.

The skin under his fingers heats - one of the disadvantages of being so pale - and her back straightens.

"D-dinner," she stutters abruptly, turning him forcefully and settling her hands against the back of his shoulders, pushing him forward. "Should be getting ready. You're sweaty and I'm probably a mess as well and one should be presentable."

Well, that seems to get Tristran out of his own little...reality, and makes him feel just as embarrassed and overall stupid.

Why did he do that, anyway?

Face hot, he manages to say, "Right -- exactly. I'll -- I'll go to my cabin, and you to yours, and -- well, I will see you at dinner."

"Right," she echoes and slips around him, backing herself against her cabin door. "Exactly."

A quirky, uncertain tug of her lips - caught somewhere between making the ultimate decision to be a smile - and she clicks the door open behind her.

"See you then," her chin sets a bit more certainly and the smirking, teasing light from earlier returns to her eyes. "And don't be late. I think the old man can still take you, Prince Charming."

"Yes, see you," Tristran says, lingering by Yvaine's door for a moment.

He smiles at her last remark, and bows accordingly in response to being called Prince Charming (which makes his cheeks grow a little hot), before turning to head in the direction of his cabin.

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