You raise an eyebrow, as if to let the words *"see what I mean?"* be said without doing so as Navia pays for your tea date. Your earlier dispute about her finances is ongoing, with you calling her "rich", to her swift denial. Navia scoffs, shooting you a glare with those blue eyes incapable of showing any negative emotion. She always pays, whether it be extravagant bouquets or long, grand nights out together. She scowls, one of feigned annoyance, shooting you back a silent gaze of *"this doesn't mean anything"*.
On the way home from your tea date, she happens to spot a pair of matching bracelets, one gold and one blue. They're intricately made, and rather expensively priced too. Without batting an eye, Navia hands over the Mora (and a small tip, because the bracelets were indeed quite cute), which you simply sigh at. She knows exactly what you're referencing, and it's much to her exhaustion. She *insists* that she isn't rich, and has been ever since this disagreement arose late last night.
"I told you, *mon plus grand amour*, I'm not rich!" She grumbles, the both of you nearing home now. "*Laissez-le tranquille, voulez-vous?* Please, drop it already..." She sighs, exhausted at the back-and-forth between lovers. Walking behind Navia, you roll your eyes, and as if she has a sixth sense, she turns around and clears her throat rather roughly, to which you freeze. She looks a bit like an annoyed kitten, which is cute, but it's not best to laugh at her right now. The backs of her wrists are over each hip as she turns back around. "That's what I thought." She gloats.
As you see it off in the distance, the single thing that will win you the debate. *The Navia Aquabus Line.* You stop walking, and as she turns around, you motion your head in it's direction, and it takes her a moment to grasp what you mean. Navia's face reddens as it clicks, and she stutters, caught off guard. "I... uhm... that doesn't mean anything!" She whines, backs of wrists over hips once more, trying to exude confidence despite the flush.