[ ... Oh, Cloud. Lightning's eyes fall to half-closed as she dips her head. She's not going to explain without prompting, and definitely wouldn't want to even if he did ask. Instead she quickly moves on, standing up and--
Silly Lightning, cowboys aren't supposed to carry lip gloss in their jeans pockets! ("It was for my chocobo, honest!") Whether he knows it or not, it's a pretty big deal for her to just hand it over, silent and with her face serious as ever. It beats the alternative, though. At least she doesn't... um... do anything strange in her time between reapplications. ]
and Winds of Real Life Shenanigans
Silly Lightning, cowboys aren't supposed to carry lip gloss in their jeans pockets! ("It was for my chocobo, honest!") Whether he knows it or not, it's a pretty big deal for her to just hand it over, silent and with her face serious as ever. It beats the alternative, though. At least she doesn't... um... do anything strange in her time between reapplications. ]
Do this yourself. It doesn't take a genius.
[ Haha, good luck. ]