Puck's returning smile, on the other hand, reveals only intense amusement.
Though that too has a kind of sharpness to it.
"Oh, any number of things, I suppose," he replies cheerfully, sticking his hands into his pockets and beginning to pace-- not so much towards her as in a lazy loop of something that doesn't quite want to be a circle.
"The weather, which I presume is charming. Who your tailor may be to commission such a particularly fetching blouse."
He finds the spiders on her sweater sort of tacky.
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Date: 2010-02-18 11:48 pm (UTC)From:Though that too has a kind of sharpness to it.
"Oh, any number of things, I suppose," he replies cheerfully, sticking his hands into his pockets and beginning to pace-- not so much towards her as in a lazy loop of something that doesn't quite want to be a circle.
"The weather, which I presume is charming. Who your tailor may be to commission such a particularly fetching blouse."
He finds the spiders on her sweater sort of tacky.
"Was it that Igor fellow?"