[ The woman reached to pull down her mask, the lips beneath wearing a smile. ]

Clever lass. You're correct, about the kiss. In the lands of my people, these sprigs were associated with fertility rituals. I suppose a kiss can be considered is own little ritual.

[ She kind of found herself liking this oddly orange woman. At the very least, she seemed very comfortable in nature, and even with intimacy. She'd do well, Lancer thought to herself. Probably why she volunteered... ]