It wasn't like the drinks were helping Tal's accent any, and he just squinted back at Danta with his nose wrinkled up in consternation, because he didn't think he had one. An accent, that was. He knew he had a drink. It was right in front of him and someone had been stealing sips of it since it was already half empty and he didn't remember taking any - or, well, many - swallows of it so far.
"Um. Is it?" the courier asked in response to the possibly-rhetorical question on religious privacy. Most people he'd asked about matters of religion had been pretty willing to chat, but was Danta...
Was Danta trying to change the subject?
Ooooooooooh.
Tal nodded to show that he could eventually, with some percussive assistance take a social hint. "Gotcha," he agreed, having some more juice as a reward for his perspicacity. "Go an' ask 'er myself." With a firm nod he started to stand up, intending to go do just that--
But the floor was shifting and the courier sat back down into his seat with a plop and a rapid blinking. "Uh... but not right now," he decided after a moment of long consideration about the distance between his chair and the door. "Mebbe once th'room stops sloshin'..."
~fin~
"Um. Is it?" the courier asked in response to the possibly-rhetorical question on religious privacy. Most people he'd asked about matters of religion had been pretty willing to chat, but was Danta...
Was Danta trying to change the subject?
Ooooooooooh.
Tal nodded to show that he could eventually, with some percussive assistance take a social hint. "Gotcha," he agreed, having some more juice as a reward for his perspicacity. "Go an' ask 'er myself." With a firm nod he started to stand up, intending to go do just that--
But the floor was shifting and the courier sat back down into his seat with a plop and a rapid blinking. "Uh... but not right now," he decided after a moment of long consideration about the distance between his chair and the door. "Mebbe once th'room stops sloshin'..."
~fin~
