[As reassuring as it is to be told that gender stereotypes have been broken by the twenty-first century, Philip's less-than-enthusiastic delivery of the "good news" leaves much to be desired. Knowing is splendid and all, but she's still from 1926 and things won't have changed by the time she returns to her year.]
If I didn't know any better, Philip, [Evelyn treads cautiously.] I'd say you almost sound sad.
[Well-wishes are definitely worth more when one actually means them. Assuming Philip is as much of a private person as he seems, it might be better to leave the subject well enough alone. Evelyn looks down into her teacup apologetically, already feeling guilty about her accusation. She recovers with remarkable poise and a slightly-tipsy flourish.]
Dwelling on societal drawbacks is hardly festive fare, though...how are you doing? With your arm, and...and your eye?
[She dons an encouraging, slightly teasing smile. In her experience, lightening the weight of gloom and doom with a little good humour can work wonders.]
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If I didn't know any better, Philip, [Evelyn treads cautiously.] I'd say you almost sound sad.
[Well-wishes are definitely worth more when one actually means them. Assuming Philip is as much of a private person as he seems, it might be better to leave the subject well enough alone. Evelyn looks down into her teacup apologetically, already feeling guilty about her accusation. She recovers with remarkable poise and a slightly-tipsy flourish.]
Dwelling on societal drawbacks is hardly festive fare, though...how are you doing? With your arm, and...and your eye?
[She dons an encouraging, slightly teasing smile. In her experience, lightening the weight of gloom and doom with a little good humour can work wonders.]
The patch looks quite dashing, you know.