Ivana Bennett lifted the corners of her lips and picked up the second piece of dimsum, "The pastry chef on your ship is not bad."
Phoebe smiled lightly and handed her a tissue, "If you like it, I'll have him make more for you later, but for now, I think... Bill is coming back soon."
Taking the tissue, Ivana wiped her fingers clean, then extended her tongue to lick off the dimsum crumbs at the corner of her lips, making sure to wipe her lips clean.
Then, she turned her face to look at his reddened cheek.
"Sorry, earlier... I hit a bit too hard."
"Have you ever hit Lucas Walker?" Phoebe asked casually.
"Of course... I hit him so hard his mouth bled." Ivana shrugged, "I'm more violent than you think, so... find a gentle girl, at least she won't hit you when you argue."
Phoebe nodded with a smile, "That's good advice!"
