Curiosity killed the Outlander

JEREMY I picked up a bar tab and drank myself stupid; I flirted with strangers just to feel attractive He listened to Phoebe's story as he took a chance to drink and eat. Commoner girl makes good by delivering baby wasn't the most average story, but he could predict the ending: Still unsatisfactory. Jeremy knew well enough how the people around his family had acted about his wife, how they had sneered at her mannerisms and traditions. "If anyone gives you trouble 'bout what family you get born in, they're cunts. Simple as that. ...Sorry. Language." He said, unsure if she would even recognise the swear. An idealist's world to him was one where magic could exist. He wondered if he'd ever get to study any of it. His sceptical side thought Phoebe was a young woman suckered into illusions and tricks. He had seen many people convinced that aliens existed, that placebos worked...he would believe magic when he had a chance to see it. But he wouldn't voice that to Phoebe, not when she was being so kind; he took the fabric from her and held it up in front of him before standing up to try it on. "You made this for me? It's not my usual style but...thanks. It'll keep me warm."