"It's soft and warm and comfortable, all around her. Aoife doesn't want it, who would feel so comfortable so fast at a stranger's place.
"Something with herbs, please. Nothing black, I'm a weak tea drinker. Thank you."
"Can I .." She gestures at the table. "Sit down, with my wet clothing, do you mind? Well, wet-like, I think you're poking enough heat in there to have me air dried in less than thirty minutes. Thank you, I always like it well-toasty."
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Date: 2015-04-14 08:28 pm (UTC)"Something with herbs, please. Nothing black, I'm a weak tea drinker. Thank you."
"Can I .." She gestures at the table. "Sit down, with my wet clothing, do you mind? Well, wet-like, I think you're poking enough heat in there to have me air dried in less than thirty minutes. Thank you, I always like it well-toasty."