Her gaze flickers to his face when he laughs but she doesn't seem bothered by it since it doesn't seem like he means it unkindly. Especially since she had been the one to wrinkle her nose upon the taste of his wine which is a sign she doesn't really like it.
She remains quiet for a moment then as he flags down a waitress to order her a different kind of wine which makes her think briefly of Lydia. But it isn't a thought she can linger over as it hurts to think of her best friend.
"I'm not claustrophobic either, it's just..." She doesn't know how to explain it or if she even wants to. So she focuses on what else he is saying instead, pausing with a curious look at the fact that he is possibly writing poetry. Right here of all places.
"Your muse?" It's a soft curious question as she tries to get a glimpse of the words he has written even though it would be upside down for her.
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She remains quiet for a moment then as he flags down a waitress to order her a different kind of wine which makes her think briefly of Lydia. But it isn't a thought she can linger over as it hurts to think of her best friend.
"I'm not claustrophobic either, it's just..." She doesn't know how to explain it or if she even wants to. So she focuses on what else he is saying instead, pausing with a curious look at the fact that he is possibly writing poetry. Right here of all places.
"Your muse?" It's a soft curious question as she tries to get a glimpse of the words he has written even though it would be upside down for her.