Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
"Hmm. That's a lot of words for saying you just don't want to," Maea teased him gently. "Which is perfectly alright. I just think you'd be really good at it." And a good deal more pleasant to work with than Sunjata, at least for her. But then again, nothing said she had to join that shady guild. Or talk to the Flood more than necessary, even if she did.
The offer to teach her was a little surprising, but it brought on a little grin that suggested she was far from displeased. "You would do that? I think... yeah. I think I'd like that very much." He offered her the bottle back, and Maea was glad for the distraction that let her hide away a smile that was perhaps a little too happy, considering what the lessons were all about. She worked at the cork to get the bottle open, and after some wriggling it came off with a hollow pop followed by the faintest trace of scent that reminded her of overripe apples, fallen leaves and water-logged soil. If she could pick up on it at all, it must be rather pungent indeed to normal noses.
The frosted glasses had her quirk a brow up. "Show-off," she accused with a faint smile, as she divvied up the remnants of the bottle between them and set the empty bottle aside. Taking one of the glasses, Maea raised it to her nose and sniffed, then looked up at Neron. "This is where one should make a toast, right? But I don't really know what to say..." That she was grateful? That the past kept haunting her, but the future didn't feel quite as daunting as before? That it really meant a lot to be treated like a friend by someone she really didn't know that well yet... Ah, it was all too much, and way too embarrassing to simply blurt out like this.
So she just extended her glass to him, so that the clink of glass might fill the silence and speak for her instead. Maybe it was enough to convey the important bits.
The offer to teach her was a little surprising, but it brought on a little grin that suggested she was far from displeased. "You would do that? I think... yeah. I think I'd like that very much." He offered her the bottle back, and Maea was glad for the distraction that let her hide away a smile that was perhaps a little too happy, considering what the lessons were all about. She worked at the cork to get the bottle open, and after some wriggling it came off with a hollow pop followed by the faintest trace of scent that reminded her of overripe apples, fallen leaves and water-logged soil. If she could pick up on it at all, it must be rather pungent indeed to normal noses.
The frosted glasses had her quirk a brow up. "Show-off," she accused with a faint smile, as she divvied up the remnants of the bottle between them and set the empty bottle aside. Taking one of the glasses, Maea raised it to her nose and sniffed, then looked up at Neron. "This is where one should make a toast, right? But I don't really know what to say..." That she was grateful? That the past kept haunting her, but the future didn't feel quite as daunting as before? That it really meant a lot to be treated like a friend by someone she really didn't know that well yet... Ah, it was all too much, and way too embarrassing to simply blurt out like this.
So she just extended her glass to him, so that the clink of glass might fill the silence and speak for her instead. Maybe it was enough to convey the important bits.
Maea
