[That's a little bit adorable. Jesus. He mimes whipping out a pen and paper, poising them like some overzealous newsboy grabbing the scoop. You can practically see the length of the pen whipping back and forth and loop-de-loop as he jots the testimony down.] Uh huh uh huh, may I quote ya on that one, Missy? We've got accounts by the dozen and they're all contradicting harder than a pinko pitted 'gainst his own platform, it's good to get the real scoop, y'see? Trying to get the big picture on this Tozier fella has been a real muck-a-round.
[The second bit comes as news to him. The act is dropped as pleasant befuddlement assumes its seat.]
Are you now? Well I'll be, I'm a bartender there. How is it that we've missed each other? [And, because she is very young and quite cute, he feels a pressing need to ask:] Uh...no one's gone bothering you there, have they?
[There were classier places to wait on tables, Lady Clair, and he knows what men are like. Sweet Lord does he know.]
[ This impression also goes right over her head, since she's from medieval times so why they hell would she have any context for a reporter kabby seriously why does he keep doing this. They haven't invented newspapers in Valentia yet. Or printing presses. Or reading, probably, if you're a peasant.
She still watches with amusement anyway, if only because she's pretty easily amused, and if only in mostly uncomprehending amusement. ]
I suppose it is a rather large establishment...
[ She taps a finger against her chin thoughtfully. Maybe they just have different schedules? Who knows, really.
As for the next question— ]
Oh, no! [ She sniffs. ] Hmph, well—no one of any importance, in any case.
[ That is, no one she can't handle. Do you really think she puts up with even the smallest amount of nonsense? But in all honesty, the amount of customers who make trouble for her is a small fraction of the total. Most patrons have their hands full enough with the models, anyway, that they usually leave her in peace. ]
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[The second bit comes as news to him. The act is dropped as pleasant befuddlement assumes its seat.]
Are you now? Well I'll be, I'm a bartender there. How is it that we've missed each other? [And, because she is very young and quite cute, he feels a pressing need to ask:] Uh...no one's gone bothering you there, have they?
[There were classier places to wait on tables, Lady Clair, and he knows what men are like. Sweet Lord does he know.]
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She still watches with amusement anyway, if only because she's pretty easily amused, and if only in mostly uncomprehending amusement. ]
I suppose it is a rather large establishment...
[ She taps a finger against her chin thoughtfully. Maybe they just have different schedules? Who knows, really.
As for the next question— ]
Oh, no! [ She sniffs. ] Hmph, well—no one of any importance, in any case.
[ That is, no one she can't handle. Do you really think she puts up with even the smallest amount of nonsense? But in all honesty, the amount of customers who make trouble for her is a small fraction of the total. Most patrons have their hands full enough with the models, anyway, that they usually leave her in peace. ]