sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
"I... no, I am afraid I don't know," Finn admits, raising his eyes from the closed menu to Tobi's face, wondering what it was, exactly, that they said about bullies. And who were they, anyway? Shifting in his seat, he can't help but notice the fan of her eyelashes as she examines the menu, or the way her fingers laced together leave condensation around the edge of her water glass. And when she speaks again, it is comparatively easy to give clarification.
"No, then," he murmurs. "I suppose my answer is no. I would not give my life for the Order." Not on purpose. If the worst should happen when he is away on an assignment then there is little Finn can do about it. But to walk into death on behalf of the Order? He's not sure he's that man any more.
His stormy blues flicker down to their boob-and-butt menu, and rather than becoming flustered, Finn cocks his head to the side. "Perhaps if you are lucky, there will be similar artistry on your iced coffee," he remarks in a dry tone that is undoubtedly humour when it comes to the Spyglass.
And indeed, when their drinks, toast and pastry arrives, the cream on Tobi's iced coffee has been crafted suspiciously into the peak of a breast, with cocoa dusting for a nipple.
"No, then," he murmurs. "I suppose my answer is no. I would not give my life for the Order." Not on purpose. If the worst should happen when he is away on an assignment then there is little Finn can do about it. But to walk into death on behalf of the Order? He's not sure he's that man any more.
His stormy blues flicker down to their boob-and-butt menu, and rather than becoming flustered, Finn cocks his head to the side. "Perhaps if you are lucky, there will be similar artistry on your iced coffee," he remarks in a dry tone that is undoubtedly humour when it comes to the Spyglass.
And indeed, when their drinks, toast and pastry arrives, the cream on Tobi's iced coffee has been crafted suspiciously into the peak of a breast, with cocoa dusting for a nipple.
FINN
