Now Presley is being ridiculous. And Felicity fucking loves it.
"Apologize to y--" she cuts herself off and shakes her head in disbelief. "Pres, Pres, Pres." She covers the spider again in her hands, and lowers her voice. This is a candid moment their arachnid interloper doesn't need to hear. "Spiders lay hundreds of eggs at once," she whispers, "Do you really want to make enemies with something that will make hundreds of more enemies? Be practical now."
She gives him a look that's supposed to convey, Do the right thing. Then she opens her hands again.
Tent Seven, Early Evening
"Apologize to y--" she cuts herself off and shakes her head in disbelief. "Pres, Pres, Pres." She covers the spider again in her hands, and lowers her voice. This is a candid moment their arachnid interloper doesn't need to hear. "Spiders lay hundreds of eggs at once," she whispers, "Do you really want to make enemies with something that will make hundreds of more enemies? Be practical now."
She gives him a look that's supposed to convey, Do the right thing. Then she opens her hands again.