NIKI
Niki's head cocks curiously to the side at her choice of words - date isn't part of his comfortable vocabulary, but so be it - though he does warm at her decision making. "You say that, but I quite enjoy musical numbers, so long as I am not expected to do the dancing. I can only get one step into the can-can without some unfortunate consequences." Grinning back at her, he finally approaches the table properly to look at all of the items she's brought.
And no part of Niki ought to be surprised that she's been so thorough with it, and yet his eyebrows still raise - and raise further to hear what masquerades are apparently for. "...I see," he says slowly. "Well, I do not know where it will be to say whether I will be able to attend, but either way, I a fetching cloak is a must in the Greatwood for Deepfrost. And you are right - I feel I was protected from the worst of what was happening in the world, but it does feel as though people are able to take a breath now."
Moving to the bag with the bird bones as indicated, Niki lifts out the tea and gives it an experimental sniff and nods his approval. "It would be my pleasure," he says, too perturbed by the idea of being wrapped up in a bolt of fabric to wonder if he ought to tell Flora one of these days that he actually prefers coffee.
Anyway.
Off to the kitchen he goes, his footsteps easier, certainly, in such a familiar space, and once the tea is prepared and he's waiting for the water to boil, he comes to lurk in the doorway to see what she's up to.
And no part of Niki ought to be surprised that she's been so thorough with it, and yet his eyebrows still raise - and raise further to hear what masquerades are apparently for. "...I see," he says slowly. "Well, I do not know where it will be to say whether I will be able to attend, but either way, I a fetching cloak is a must in the Greatwood for Deepfrost. And you are right - I feel I was protected from the worst of what was happening in the world, but it does feel as though people are able to take a breath now."
Moving to the bag with the bird bones as indicated, Niki lifts out the tea and gives it an experimental sniff and nods his approval. "It would be my pleasure," he says, too perturbed by the idea of being wrapped up in a bolt of fabric to wonder if he ought to tell Flora one of these days that he actually prefers coffee.
Anyway.
Off to the kitchen he goes, his footsteps easier, certainly, in such a familiar space, and once the tea is prepared and he's waiting for the water to boil, he comes to lurk in the doorway to see what she's up to.
stay your pretty eyes on course
i guess i never really faced my fears before
i guess i never really faced my fears before
