Again there was a suspicious glance as Tal tried to decide whether he was being teased or not, and once again decided that Harper was sincere. 'Um. Thanks... I think? I just like 'em all well enough, I s'pose." And he liked getting stuff from all of them, so there was that. The courier was nothing if not pragmatic.
Ever the soul of tact, he did scoff openly at the idea of gloves from Kaiholo. "Sure, an for what? A nippy Leafchange picnic on th'beach? Those aren't gloves." He growled at the workmanship and the tropical interpretation of Deepfrost survival gear and as he made his noisy exeunt, stage left, the gloomy mutterings of 'a fool an' his fingers are soon separated' might have drifted back to Harper's ears, amongst other dire predictions.
But while the Torcher worked on his art, the courier scampered up into his boat and headed for the chest that held his backup supplies. Everything was in its meticulous place, as always, and he quickly retrieved a few things and made his way back to Harper, thrusting a bundle of fabric at the other man with a scowl of discomfort. "Here." A thick woolen scarf was wrapped around a pair of heavy, dry mittens filled with ningo down and a stocking cap that matched the scarf. "Since it's for Safrin, I guess y'better make sure y'don't freeze up before you're finished..." Definitely for Her sake and not to help a stranger on the Tundra out of the goodness of his heart!
Ever the soul of tact, he did scoff openly at the idea of gloves from Kaiholo. "Sure, an for what? A nippy Leafchange picnic on th'beach? Those aren't gloves." He growled at the workmanship and the tropical interpretation of Deepfrost survival gear and as he made his noisy exeunt, stage left, the gloomy mutterings of 'a fool an' his fingers are soon separated' might have drifted back to Harper's ears, amongst other dire predictions.
But while the Torcher worked on his art, the courier scampered up into his boat and headed for the chest that held his backup supplies. Everything was in its meticulous place, as always, and he quickly retrieved a few things and made his way back to Harper, thrusting a bundle of fabric at the other man with a scowl of discomfort. "Here." A thick woolen scarf was wrapped around a pair of heavy, dry mittens filled with ningo down and a stocking cap that matched the scarf. "Since it's for Safrin, I guess y'better make sure y'don't freeze up before you're finished..." Definitely for Her sake and not to help a stranger on the Tundra out of the goodness of his heart!
