I leave her there by the bookshelf - she's looking out of place again, which I don't like for some reason - and recline myself on the bed, drink in hand. "Of course I'll bring you a pie tomorrow," she says, which is amusing in its own right. She's taking this all so seriously. "But I do think that altogether this is worth more than one pie." I raise an eyebrow, at that, just as she gestures at her dress. Oh yes. Of course.
"You will let me know when you're feeling hungry in the future, won't you?"
"Feeding my appetite would be a full time job, I'm afraid." I'm only half joking. "But I'd never turn down the offer." It's a different sort of fun, this mild back and forth. Even if I feel I'm the only one getting the joke at times, poor girl.
I set my brandy on the nightstand and pull out my cigarette case. "Jane, will you sit down already?" I finally say, after lighting my cigarette and looking up to see her still just standing there. "You act as though it's the first time someone's gotten you off in a dressing room..."
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Date: 2012-01-21 09:36 am (UTC)"You will let me know when you're feeling hungry in the future, won't you?"
"Feeding my appetite would be a full time job, I'm afraid." I'm only half joking. "But I'd never turn down the offer." It's a different sort of fun, this mild back and forth. Even if I feel I'm the only one getting the joke at times, poor girl.
I set my brandy on the nightstand and pull out my cigarette case. "Jane, will you sit down already?" I finally say, after lighting my cigarette and looking up to see her still just standing there. "You act as though it's the first time someone's gotten you off in a dressing room..."