Toil and Trouble, Boil and Bubble
10-28-2014, 05:04 PM
The voice that broke in on her staring match with missed opportunity was, honestly, a welcome respite. She turned with a sigh and found an oddly-furred male awaiting her recognition. She eyed him up and down. About her age, obviously looking for something to pass the time... She blinked. "Hello." The word was slow and ponderous. How long had he been... No, she didn't want to think about it. She looked down to her little work station, and prayed that he didn't know a rose from clover, otherwise this could be awkward. "Nice to meet you?" The common phrase became a question in the face of her surprise. So she had been caught off guard, no big deal. These things happened right. And if worse came to worse, she'd bet her left paw she'd be able to trick this male into eating her concoction so... Yeah, back up plan. Thunder rolled in the far distance and she looked up into the cobalt-and-iron clad sky, and another blustering wind swept into the grove of shrubs and low trees. "I suppose this would be the part where I make some bland comment on the weather, hm?" Small talk might not have been a strong suit but wit and sarcasm had never in short supply for the pale young femme. Hopefully this was a male who could roll with the punches. |