Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom

What was that look for? Was it... appraisal? That was certainly the look his mother had when she went about examining antiques. Unused to such a look, he reddened and fiddled with a lock of stray hair. "I... I wouldn't know exactly! There are many good stores about, all about! I do love the Merry McAdaver chocolate shop since they have the best truffles but... that isn't what you asked so - ah, where is my head?" He grinned sheepishly and began to straighten out his already immaculate vest.



Chaucer seized upon this casual opportunity and made a grab for the brush. "Stop waving that thing around like a drunk sorceror! It's practically a work of art, you know, and you're impressing no one by abusing it." His third attempt succeeded in procuring the thing, which he inelegantly threw back in his satchel. Oh do hope that didn't crack the cologne bottle...