ISLA
Her cheeks rounding with the force of her smile, Isla gently squeezes Ever's fingers as his hand curls around hers, glancing fleeting down at her own outfit for good measure. "Thank you. It's the company as much as the dress that makes me feel in bloom though, I assure you." Dropping his hand and stepping back to walk at his pace, she peers curiously at the notebook he produces, wondering whether she ought to take out the folded parchment with her list on it as well.
But Ever already remarks on two of the places she'd written down, and she nods readily. "If you'd like something of a wildcard," she adds with a soft chuckle, "there's also a stall that sells driftwood. I thought you could take a look at the end to see how it compares to the others we see."
And as for the scale, Isla shakes her head instantly at the letter scale. "One to ten is infinitely better," she informs him. "That way you can create a median score if needed. And graph out the differences - one wood may be better for one purpose than another, after all." And no, not even Isla knew she had such strong opinions about numerical scales until now.
But Ever already remarks on two of the places she'd written down, and she nods readily. "If you'd like something of a wildcard," she adds with a soft chuckle, "there's also a stall that sells driftwood. I thought you could take a look at the end to see how it compares to the others we see."
And as for the scale, Isla shakes her head instantly at the letter scale. "One to ten is infinitely better," she informs him. "That way you can create a median score if needed. And graph out the differences - one wood may be better for one purpose than another, after all." And no, not even Isla knew she had such strong opinions about numerical scales until now.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
