"No, I was imagining sitting. And us both smelling all the teas," Ava offers. "And I might steal a few sips, unless that's too rude. I'll do it pinky out and all." Ava's aware there's a whole British tea culture, a proper way to do things that involves tiny sandwiches and sugar dishes. She's never cared all that much about etiquette.
But. "Sleeping with a man I don't even know? Of course I did. He looked like some sort of creep," which is honestly how she would describe any sort of white man above the age of 20 showing up in her room unannounced.
"Yours might not be so bad," Ava ponders. "If you can figure out their schedule, when they're out and busy..." she could offer to stalk, find out for him. But he doesn't seem too overly concerned about it. And she trusts he knows how to care for himself, when the time comes and all. "Still, it'd be nice to have a place to store your belongings." If he had any.
She slides the cards into a messy sort of pile that she attempts to straighten out, tapping the deck on one side and then the other to get the edges neat.
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But. "Sleeping with a man I don't even know? Of course I did. He looked like some sort of creep," which is honestly how she would describe any sort of white man above the age of 20 showing up in her room unannounced.
"Yours might not be so bad," Ava ponders. "If you can figure out their schedule, when they're out and busy..." she could offer to stalk, find out for him. But he doesn't seem too overly concerned about it. And she trusts he knows how to care for himself, when the time comes and all. "Still, it'd be nice to have a place to store your belongings." If he had any.
She slides the cards into a messy sort of pile that she attempts to straighten out, tapping the deck on one side and then the other to get the edges neat.