[ they're both so fucking bad at this, it's unreal. ]

Yeah, I am. Things are... you know. Good, mostly. I think Yang wants me to meet Tai soon? Over dinner and everything? No pressure there. [ and her tone doesn't exactly hide that she's a little stressed about the idea. blake takes a longer sip of her drink, nodding at the offer, even as her attention briefly shifts from qrow to whatever yang is getting up to on the other side of the party. still, her eyes go back to him. ] I think we're all covered, but... thanks. Seriously.