It's a good shield of a hat—finely made for defending against the sun for cat naps and the keen attention of would-be examiners which might otherwise be difficult to steer elsewhere. The downside of it is that it's impossible to say which expression Fitcher adopts as she Mmms thoughtfully around the pipe stem. It could be anything. Grass points tickle at her wrist bent behind her head. She plucks the pipe from between her teeth.
"Mine's more compromising than either of yours," she says after some seconds of rotating the metaphorical hook in the sun.
From the inside of the hat, it could sound a little like a denial. No, says her even temperature in the afternoon heat. She isn't going to tell him. Only that's dull, so:
"I let Byerly and Barrow both think they might get somewhere. But, no. I'm afraid it's just you."
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Date: 2022-07-05 01:28 am (UTC)"Mine's more compromising than either of yours," she says after some seconds of rotating the metaphorical hook in the sun.
From the inside of the hat, it could sound a little like a denial. No, says her even temperature in the afternoon heat. She isn't going to tell him. Only that's dull, so:
"I let Byerly and Barrow both think they might get somewhere. But, no. I'm afraid it's just you."