Holly gave her sister a look. "Dreams are no more important than passing thoughts; I would not ponder on them," she advised, reaching out for someone to pass the ham. She glanced towards her Camille once more, brows raised. "It's not as if you're a seer, anyways. I don't see how any of that should be flustering." Holly was not the type of girl who typically had dreams, and when she did, she tended to disregard them.
— set by MJ <3 —