[There is so much swagger here that the narration can hardly stand it.
In Evelyn's defence, she wasn't trying to be consoling so much as reassuring, seeing as her disclaimer can be attributed to a rather limited view of the future aside from the fact that there's going to be another world war and that young women are wearing fewer and fewer garments.
She refused to put on any of those garish dresses to parade about the mansion, so she can't be a reliable judge of what's "in."]
Of course.
[She nods at his arm, expression apologetic. Evelyn broke her arm as a child and understands the frustration of having a useless limb for any amount of time. It just. Really bites.]
...tea and rum?
[That's a new one. With a little laugh, she fetches it from the closet and settles at the table across from him, leaning in on folded arms.]
Are you going to mix them or have them separately?
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In Evelyn's defence, she wasn't trying to be consoling so much as reassuring, seeing as her disclaimer can be attributed to a rather limited view of the future aside from the fact that there's going to be another world war and that young women are wearing fewer and fewer garments.
She refused to put on any of those garish dresses to parade about the mansion, so she can't be a reliable judge of what's "in."]
Of course.
[She nods at his arm, expression apologetic. Evelyn broke her arm as a child and understands the frustration of having a useless limb for any amount of time. It just. Really bites.]
...tea and rum?
[That's a new one. With a little laugh, she fetches it from the closet and settles at the table across from him, leaning in on folded arms.]
Are you going to mix them or have them separately?