02-20-2019, 02:52 PM
He actually tried to get up to help with the sketchbooks, which was all kinds of adorable, but Thalia was like a rush of river and had already dumped them on the table. She deposited herself down as well afterwards, into an overstuffed armchair with fraying edges. As if it were even possible her smile blossomed brighter when the pup yipped on cue. She bent to fuss him. ”Why hello there, Nova. Aren't you just the most beautiful wigglebum.”
She brushed aside Nox's concern, not unkindly. The journey was no issue. “Oh don't be silly, I have a studio nearby. And Alek makes good coffee. I used to wait tables here before my paintings started selling.” She grinned, ruffling Nova's chest. He had the most amazing ears. “Drama, huh. They do say dogs take after their owners. You still seem to have all your limbs at least. I'll count that as a win after what you told me last time.” Her brows rose, not because she was making light (in all honesty, it had been pretty horrible) but in simple irreverence. He had a tough life; the sort of life that would break most people. But he also had a sense of humour.
“Of course!” She laughed at the politeness, nudging the stack with a hand quickly recaptured with petting the dog. She'd never been precious about her work, though it was probably the first time anyone other than Aylin or her patron had been given free reign to peruse. Life had changed though, and Thalia changed with it.
The waitress interrupted with Nox's coffee. “I'll take the same. And can we have a selection of cakes as well?” Her grin grew impish. She'd probably share. Probably. ”Oh, and will you ask if Alek has anything for the dog?”
She brushed aside Nox's concern, not unkindly. The journey was no issue. “Oh don't be silly, I have a studio nearby. And Alek makes good coffee. I used to wait tables here before my paintings started selling.” She grinned, ruffling Nova's chest. He had the most amazing ears. “Drama, huh. They do say dogs take after their owners. You still seem to have all your limbs at least. I'll count that as a win after what you told me last time.” Her brows rose, not because she was making light (in all honesty, it had been pretty horrible) but in simple irreverence. He had a tough life; the sort of life that would break most people. But he also had a sense of humour.
“Of course!” She laughed at the politeness, nudging the stack with a hand quickly recaptured with petting the dog. She'd never been precious about her work, though it was probably the first time anyone other than Aylin or her patron had been given free reign to peruse. Life had changed though, and Thalia changed with it.
The waitress interrupted with Nox's coffee. “I'll take the same. And can we have a selection of cakes as well?” Her grin grew impish. She'd probably share. Probably. ”Oh, and will you ask if Alek has anything for the dog?”