[ he relaxes when she lets it drop, flashing a smile before she turns away. he follows after at the invitation (though whether he needed one in the first place is debatable), letting a scowl cross his features at the question. ]
No. The Poptart could not be salvaged. [ a travesty in and of itself, and he holds the box a little closer as he finishes off the one he'd been eating. he goes for another, then seems to remember his manners as he looks back at nat. ] Would you like a Poptart, Lady Widow?
maybe just a little. AND GOOD.
No. The Poptart could not be salvaged. [ a travesty in and of itself, and he holds the box a little closer as he finishes off the one he'd been eating. he goes for another, then seems to remember his manners as he looks back at nat. ] Would you like a Poptart, Lady Widow?