 A Poop * k8 *
Lynley did sit, and she crossed her ankles in a ladylike manner and clacked her fingernails against the surface of his desk. The horrid chair she was forced to sit in smelled of elderly people. Reminded Lynley of her grandmother's house...Merlin. Was there an elderly person scent or something? They all smelled the same! Like a...muted baby powder mixed with potatoes or something. Lynley had to try hard not to crinkle her nose.
Merlin.
The minister didn't offer her any tea or refreshments, but that was okay. She herself often didn't offer her visitors anything because refreshments took extra time to prepare. Lynley was a busy woman. "Please, call me Lynley, sir." No need for formalities here. He was her boss.
And now, to business! "As you should know--" Ahem. "Magic carpets are now legal. I've been working on the exact legislation regarding that, within my department of course--but I came to ask you about anything YOU might want to contribute?" She cast her eyes around his office once before letting her gaze fall to him again. "Unless, of course--" she smirked, "You don't like magic carpets. Then your opinion doesn't really matter." Now does it?
Lynley chuckled...covering her mouth with her hand. Hehehehehehe. |