The woman's eyebrows raised quite high indeed at the number the two had concluded. She said nothing, merely sipped her tea with a 'hm'. Finally, she lowered the cup. At least she didn't have to worry about them being... hasty. Hm. "Well." Pause. That was it.
"Well, that's a very fine profession," beat, "I can always respect a man who can do such work without magic." Beat. Sip. Look.
"Elinor, I expect the similarity between jobs has been a connection for you two. Of course, you ought to be in a much finer job." Beat. Sip. Look.
Sweet Merlin. Charles remained stonefaced, but knew that 'hm'. He knew it all too well. Unfortunately, he could do nothing but sit there, drink his tea, and watch his daughter struggle to deal with the antics of her mother. He felt sorry for Mr. Garrettson, but supposed this was a nice test of patience and... tolerance. |