A Thought Experiment

That silly thing can mean the difference between life and death. Trust the both of us, when we warn you not to involve yourself in it. He’d remind her, brow arching to implore her to remain as far away from politics as possible.

Then she dared to question his taste, his. Jardaaaain overcharges for scented petals from inferior supplies. The Granary is a far more upclass establishment in all regards barr its restrooms, they could do with updating, but honestly, who remains too long in a privy? It was a rhetorical question, forgotten the moment she mentioned the bubbly. An memory flashed, of her being quite ill on its effects, that earned her a look and nod when she curtailed the idea. He needn’t remind her of the fountain incident some birthday’s ago.

And suddenly she was doing the work of a maid and Rene let his palm rub his face with disdain. Dear gods woman, is there a lack of servants in Luci’s? Must I provide you with a washer woman? You are a scientist, not a maid. The rebuke gentle, more out of frustration of her complete rejection of the resources available to her. Shaking his head Rene parted ways with the violin, storing it away safely in its box and locked up tight, his hand lingering over it before turning to her. If you used a washer woman in the first place you’d not have this problem. Do better dear, let the help, help. It’s what they are paid to do.

Their destination decided, he’d open the door, offering her to take the lead on their way out to the main foyer and their awaiting coats.

@Ophelia Jolfy