There's always more than you'd think needs hauling. Someone's got to drag through the spare bedrolls, and the supplies, and the small marks of goodwill arranged for their hosts. So he's got a crate of — something, either coffee or the box of rocks it weighs for — when he steps through the mirror and nearly into Strange. Cedric stops short, half a step before collision; swings about as though he always meant to mince sideways into the hall.
Which is when sees Benevenuta.
"Ah," He isn’t looking at her face. It isn't really voluntary. "Speaker — ma’am —"
And then he's looking anywhere else: Strange, Vanya. Isn't Vanya awful close to her there? And right, there's her face again,
"Sorry t'interrupt."
And the hall, down which he is walking fast. Walking faster.
claiming my tithe
There's always more than you'd think needs hauling. Someone's got to drag through the spare bedrolls, and the supplies, and the small marks of goodwill arranged for their hosts. So he's got a crate of — something, either coffee or the box of rocks it weighs for — when he steps through the mirror and nearly into Strange. Cedric stops short, half a step before collision; swings about as though he always meant to mince sideways into the hall.
Which is when sees Benevenuta.
"Ah," He isn’t looking at her face. It isn't really voluntary. "Speaker — ma’am —"
And then he's looking anywhere else: Strange, Vanya. Isn't Vanya awful close to her there? And right, there's her face again,
"Sorry t'interrupt."
And the hall, down which he is walking fast. Walking faster.