blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Her grin seems to light up the room more than the windows do, and for the first time since they've gone missing and earned him this stay at home in StormBreak, Finn wishes he had his glasses that he might look at her through them. He blinks a couple of times, as if to catch his own attention, and listens carefully as she approaches the windows as well and explains all of the extra features. His eyes flick from the twine to the clothespins to the hidden shelves and nooks and crannies, as if trying to take it all in at once.
"You must have quite the creative mind," he remarks. "Do you go above and beyond for all of your clients?" In some cases this might constitute flirtatious behaviour, but for Finn it's a genuine question, and he eyes the solution with a nod, committing it to memory. His fingers already itch to write on the window panes, and before he knows it he has shrugged off the satchel and he's reaching for one of the pens.
He pauses at the last second poised to write, and offers her a sheepish smile. "Would you like to do the honours?" he asks.
"You must have quite the creative mind," he remarks. "Do you go above and beyond for all of your clients?" In some cases this might constitute flirtatious behaviour, but for Finn it's a genuine question, and he eyes the solution with a nod, committing it to memory. His fingers already itch to write on the window panes, and before he knows it he has shrugged off the satchel and he's reaching for one of the pens.
He pauses at the last second poised to write, and offers her a sheepish smile. "Would you like to do the honours?" he asks.
FINN
