[It's elegant, and it's a distraction. Nanami is ladylike: She's quite capable of crossing her legs elegantly, so it really shouldn't bother her. But even then, something about Fang makes her feel young, not like one of the adults but like someone completely out of her space, out of her power. She clears her throat and sits up straighter, clutching her drink close.]
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Well... [she offers.] A real one, right?