[[CW: Very, very normalized bigotry.]]

Bonita looked suspiciously between the two, not for the first time. Men and women being ‘just friends’ was like the johns who said ‘just the tip’. Especially with a boy like that. He took up the whole damned room. She sipped her tea.

Ruby beamed back, unaware of the boatloads of judgment rowing their way. She wiggled her shoulders and settled into their embrace, still stirring their tea. She blew on it. Bonita cleared her throat mid-blow and Ruby looked sheepish for it.

“Tea,” Ruby answered, while Bonita cast a look just as scalding as it. “I made some tea, and am waiting for someone else to give in to hunger,” she admitted with a shrug. “Comment allez-vous, Chéri?”