blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Finn has settled back into his usually productive ignorance, either oblivious or uncaring of social etiquette as he takes his research from the satchel. He listens, but his attention is on the notes and the books he sets on the desk - though she does catch him off guard with the remark about the Eye, and a sudden and boyish smirk can be spied on his face as he turns back to face her. It's gone before he can really let it take hold, stifled into something more polite and befitting the conversation.
"I assure you that you would not want that," he agrees, amusement lacing his tone even if he has banished his smile. "Though I daresay the Eye sleeps in his suit, so you would not run the risk of seeing anything uncouth. Still, I wouldn't recommend gifting him a glass floor in order that you get a skylight."
"I assure you that you would not want that," he agrees, amusement lacing his tone even if he has banished his smile. "Though I daresay the Eye sleeps in his suit, so you would not run the risk of seeing anything uncouth. Still, I wouldn't recommend gifting him a glass floor in order that you get a skylight."
FINN
