“— then here?” Flins moved the piece of the rib on the table, sliding it into place on the spine. You gazed at it intently, wracking your brain for the skeletal structure of the creature you both were putting together. Really, Flins wanted to put it together and managed to convince you with your favorite snacks, the pile of food still sitting on the plate on the chair next to you, already halfway gone.

“What are you folks doing?” A male voice rang out, catching your attention as you turned to meet Varka’s strong chest. Your eyes shifted to his blue ones instead as he came to your chair, leaning an arm against the back with his chin almost on top of your head.

“Bones.” Flins answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. His gloved hand moved another piece, moving out of the way when you did the same. “I can see that.” Varka rolled his eyes, “I mean to ask if this is a puzzle dare I’m interrupting.”

A date? “A date?” The fae man echoed your thoughts. “We’re not on a date.”

The knight raised a brow. “Uh huh. The fact that you two are alone, close together, and you,” He pointed to you. “won’t stop looking at his lips. That’s not a date.”

“I have soft lips.” Flins shrugged.

“Over five hundred years and you’re still stuck in a situationship.” The blonde man punched your arm in sympathy.