Wayward R tossed in with the rest, Bastien digs his heels into the stone floor to push away from the mess and closer to her. That way she doesn’t have to play along when he beckons and leans in with the sort of conspirational I’m about to tell you a secret eye contact that often gets him places.
“Printing.” And on the way back to being perpendicular with the floor, he adds, again, with contemplative skepticism, “Yseult.”
He’ll stop saying her name weirdly once he’s used to it. Maybe. Maybe not. But not in public. He’s polite that way. Not so polite as to keep his hands off the wine bottle, but polite enough to pour wine for her first.
“I retired,” he says. “Years ago. I print gardening manuals now.” It isn’t even a lie, though also not the whole truth. The stack of said manuals he gestures to is only the unsold stock nobody wanted because it’s all hideously dull. “And for the sake of my eulogy I would be very grateful to not be tracked down and murdered before I’ve found a more interesting niche.”
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Wayward R tossed in with the rest, Bastien digs his heels into the stone floor to push away from the mess and closer to her. That way she doesn’t have to play along when he beckons and leans in with the sort of conspirational I’m about to tell you a secret eye contact that often gets him places.
“Printing.” And on the way back to being perpendicular with the floor, he adds, again, with contemplative skepticism, “Yseult.”
He’ll stop saying her name weirdly once he’s used to it. Maybe. Maybe not. But not in public. He’s polite that way. Not so polite as to keep his hands off the wine bottle, but polite enough to pour wine for her first.
“I retired,” he says. “Years ago. I print gardening manuals now.” It isn’t even a lie, though also not the whole truth. The stack of said manuals he gestures to is only the unsold stock nobody wanted because it’s all hideously dull. “And for the sake of my eulogy I would be very grateful to not be tracked down and murdered before I’ve found a more interesting niche.”