(no subject)
Nura is sitting tailor-style in a big comfy chair, head against the back, and hands holding a datapad, which she is reading, nodding her head as she scrolls through the information. Then, she seems to have come to something displeasing, because a white brow arches and she lifts the datapad close to her face. Her shoulders then lower and she sighs, turning off the datapad, and setting it in her lap.
She looks up with an imploring look in her face. "Have you ever felt as if your loved one needed to 'lighten up'? Like, 'have some fun' and ignore work for a little while?"