[ It's not even a lie; she's been very responsible with her earnings and she takes the reasons she'd agreed to this arrangement very seriously. Never that much of a spendthrift, she has a few accounts, only two of which she touches at all: a checking where her tuition is drawn from, and a small (actually, remarkably modest given the number of digits in her other two accounts) personal fund.
It's from that that she'd bought the champagne, actually. Not that she'd bother mentioning it; it wouldn't be politic and there's no point in it. ]
Seems like it. I went to the Royal Botanical Gardens for a bit, but I've been here since 3 and had nothing to complain about. [ She perches on the back of the couch, watching him with laughter in her eyes. ] Staff's quiet, the bathrooms are clean, and everything is in its place. Your sort of thing, innit?
[ And then, offhanded and deliberate as all hell: ] You want me to open it? [ She's been on a champagne kick, lately; the dry burn is deeply nostalgic for her and she's become an old hand at finding quality. Distantly, she wonders at how spoiled this makes her and makes a note to start drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon once this jaunt is over. ]
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I always plan ahead.
[ It's not even a lie; she's been very responsible with her earnings and she takes the reasons she'd agreed to this arrangement very seriously. Never that much of a spendthrift, she has a few accounts, only two of which she touches at all: a checking where her tuition is drawn from, and a small (actually, remarkably modest given the number of digits in her other two accounts) personal fund.
It's from that that she'd bought the champagne, actually. Not that she'd bother mentioning it; it wouldn't be politic and there's no point in it. ]
Seems like it. I went to the Royal Botanical Gardens for a bit, but I've been here since 3 and had nothing to complain about. [ She perches on the back of the couch, watching him with laughter in her eyes. ] Staff's quiet, the bathrooms are clean, and everything is in its place. Your sort of thing, innit?
[ And then, offhanded and deliberate as all hell: ] You want me to open it? [ She's been on a champagne kick, lately; the dry burn is deeply nostalgic for her and she's become an old hand at finding quality. Distantly, she wonders at how spoiled this makes her and makes a note to start drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon once this jaunt is over. ]