“I can assure you the cultural significance would be wasted on me.” Nevermind his lack of experience with vintage in general.
Mild affirmation to accompany his openly watching her sort through trays on her way deeper into her trunk, as naturally nosy as the little grass snake up his sleeve. He gives himself more rein to turn directly towards it, even, after outwardly demonstrating a commendable lack of awareness towards the writing case. For now.
He doesn’t step closer until she’s prompted him with the bottle and cups, and (with one last glance) he ferries both to the table to pour -- neatly -- as he’s been asked. There is a distinct pause between pours at the crunch, the bottle tilted partway to the next cup.
“Your tailor,” he says, once he’s recovered. “In Canoshaw Alley.”
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Date: 2020-10-17 01:00 am (UTC)Mild affirmation to accompany his openly watching her sort through trays on her way deeper into her trunk, as naturally nosy as the little grass snake up his sleeve. He gives himself more rein to turn directly towards it, even, after outwardly demonstrating a commendable lack of awareness towards the writing case. For now.
He doesn’t step closer until she’s prompted him with the bottle and cups, and (with one last glance) he ferries both to the table to pour -- neatly -- as he’s been asked. There is a distinct pause between pours at the crunch, the bottle tilted partway to the next cup.
“Your tailor,” he says, once he’s recovered. “In Canoshaw Alley.”