[After depositing the tea bag into the mug, Meryl settles for folding her fingers around it. Rocking on her heels just a little, she casually steals a glance at the man from the corner of her eye. It's not that she's scared of meeting his eyes, she just still isn't used to his general presence. Mentally, she's mostly managed to clear the hurdles that have come with sharing a living space with Millions Knives. Conceptually, it's a done deal. The problem is reconciling that with his very broad, very large physical presence.
He makes her feel small in a multitude of ways. It's all unintentional, but she can't help but feel, if not nervous, then at a loss around him. Trying to make small talk felt inappropriate. She can't quite fathom asking him about the weather.
For a mercy, though, Knives is the one that picks a topic to settle on. Meryl resists the urge to sigh in relief, forcing herself to listen intently to every word.]
Well, we'll see about the taste but... [Finally she wills herself to turn her head, offering a smile.] It smells good. If it fails at being tea, we can just call it fancy potpourri.
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Hmmmm /doubt
Date: 2023-12-14 05:47 pm (UTC)He makes her feel small in a multitude of ways. It's all unintentional, but she can't help but feel, if not nervous, then at a loss around him. Trying to make small talk felt inappropriate. She can't quite fathom asking him about the weather.
For a mercy, though, Knives is the one that picks a topic to settle on. Meryl resists the urge to sigh in relief, forcing herself to listen intently to every word.]
Well, we'll see about the taste but... [Finally she wills herself to turn her head, offering a smile.] It smells good. If it fails at being tea, we can just call it fancy potpourri.