You know what?
Fenwick: Hi.
Ravein: *nods to her* Evening.
Fenwick: Rather dull, isn't it?
Ravein: Rather. *takes out his notebook and begins to sketch*
Fenwick: Whatcha drawing?
Ravein: *not looking up* You.
Fenwick: Again?
Ravein: Of course! Your potential for beauty is inexhaustible.
Fenwick: *gives a lopsided smile* Thanks. You're really very complimentary. There are equally pretty women here, you know.
Ravein: I've only met you. *finishes* There. Lines only, to match the one I did of Gorlim.
Fenwick: You did one of Gorlim?
Ravein: Indeed I did. He has an extraordinary face.
Fenwick: Extraordinary, I don't know. Odd, perhaps....
Ravein: Have you seen his EYES? It's like he has two different faces!
Fenwick: .... You have a point. Eh, it's cute in a puppy sort of way. *shrugs*
Ravein: It's AMAZING. It defies art... just as you create it, he denies it.
Fenwick: He... what?
Ravein: *shakes his head* Maybe it's just an artist's whim if you can't see it.
Fenwick: Yeah. Probably. *peers at his sketch*
Ravein: *turns it the correct way* It only looks right from one angle.
Fenwick: OOOOOH! Yeah, wow. That's DEFINATELY him.
Fenwick: Crooked nose and all.
Ravein: *grins* Can you tell?
Ravein: He thought it was too ugly.
Fenwick: I can tell it's him. *looks a little closer* I think... No, he's not ugly. He's not handsome by the conventional sense, but not ugly.
Ravein: I wouldn't even describe him in terms of handsomeness... He's asymmetrical. It teases the mind, which expects and demands symmetry.
Fenwick: ...So basically looking at my husband is an intellectual feat? Brilliant.
Gorlim: *walks by, gives Fenny the puppy eyes, and says in a little-kid voice* I'm hungry.
Gorlim: *walks away*
Ravein: ...That was incredibly cute.
Fenwick: *covers her face with her hands* I know. I think he does it because I find it cute. That little rat.
Gorlim: *comes back and just STANDS there, giving her puppy eyes, apparently not noticing Ravein*
Fenwick: *covers her face again* Stop that!
Gorlim: *real quietly* Feeeeenny...
Fenwick: *through her fingers* Whaaaaaaaaaat?
Ravein: *quietly begins working in his notebook again*
Gorlim: Do you want a sandwich?
Fenwick: *muffled through her fingers* No, not really. Why?
Gorlim: I was just wondering. It was a bad attempt to flirt with you. *puppy-eyes again*
Fenwick: *peeks over her fingers and then goes back behind them* Yes, it was. Say hello to Ravein.
Gorlim: *smiles very brightly and says sing-songily* Hallo, Ravein! Would YOU like a sandwich?
Ravein: *cautiously* What KIND of sandwich?
Fenwick: *glares at him over top her fingers* If you're flirting with the artist, I'll hit you.
Gorlim: *cheerfully ignores her* A FENNY sandwich! *looks at Fenny* That was ANOTHER bad attempt to flirt with you. AND the artist.
Fenwick: *GLARE* What do you want?
Gorlim: I'm hungry, and I'm tired of eating my own cooking all the time. Can you cook?
Ravein: Oh, yes, Miss Fenwick's told me that you cook. A good thing to know if you're generally hungry.
Fenwick: I can cook decently. What do you want to eat?
Gorlim: *uber-puppy-eyes-of-DOOM* Oh... anything you can cook...
Fenwick: *runs over and hugs him* STOP THAT!
Ravein: *scribbles furiously*
Gorlim: *hugs her back, then looks at Ravein and grins* Heeee. Look what I have....
Gorlim: *purrs and snuggles her*
Fenwick: *pinches him* I'm not a dog, therefore you don't HAVE anything.
Gorlim: Okay. If I can't have you, then can I have lunch?
Fenwick: *rests her chin on his chest* What do you want to eat and I'll tell you if I can make it.
Gorlim: Can you make a toasted cheese sandwich?
Ravein: *licks his lips, but keeeeeeps drawing*
Fenwick: That I can do. *looks at Ravein* Would you like one too?
Ravein: *nods furiously*
Fenwick: *laughs* well come along, I'll make you both one. *tugs them both by their wrists*
Ravein: *mews* One moment! *draws a dramatic final line and shows them a very detailed sketch of them snuggling* There!
Fenwick: *blinks at it and looks ill* If I ever get that cutesy again I think I'll vomit.
Gorlim: *melts and purrs at her*
Gorlim: *gives her a little kitty-type headbutt under the chin*
Fenwick: *smirks despite herself* You really are pathetic.
Fenwick: Come on my hungry little boys. Cheese sandwiches for all.
Ravein: *nods to her* Evening.
Fenwick: Rather dull, isn't it?
Ravein: Rather. *takes out his notebook and begins to sketch*
Fenwick: Whatcha drawing?
Ravein: *not looking up* You.
Fenwick: Again?
Ravein: Of course! Your potential for beauty is inexhaustible.
Fenwick: *gives a lopsided smile* Thanks. You're really very complimentary. There are equally pretty women here, you know.
Ravein: I've only met you. *finishes* There. Lines only, to match the one I did of Gorlim.
Fenwick: You did one of Gorlim?
Ravein: Indeed I did. He has an extraordinary face.
Fenwick: Extraordinary, I don't know. Odd, perhaps....
Ravein: Have you seen his EYES? It's like he has two different faces!
Fenwick: .... You have a point. Eh, it's cute in a puppy sort of way. *shrugs*
Ravein: It's AMAZING. It defies art... just as you create it, he denies it.
Fenwick: He... what?
Ravein: *shakes his head* Maybe it's just an artist's whim if you can't see it.
Fenwick: Yeah. Probably. *peers at his sketch*
Ravein: *turns it the correct way* It only looks right from one angle.
Fenwick: OOOOOH! Yeah, wow. That's DEFINATELY him.
Fenwick: Crooked nose and all.
Ravein: *grins* Can you tell?
Ravein: He thought it was too ugly.
Fenwick: I can tell it's him. *looks a little closer* I think... No, he's not ugly. He's not handsome by the conventional sense, but not ugly.
Ravein: I wouldn't even describe him in terms of handsomeness... He's asymmetrical. It teases the mind, which expects and demands symmetry.
Fenwick: ...So basically looking at my husband is an intellectual feat? Brilliant.
Gorlim: *walks by, gives Fenny the puppy eyes, and says in a little-kid voice* I'm hungry.
Gorlim: *walks away*
Ravein: ...That was incredibly cute.
Fenwick: *covers her face with her hands* I know. I think he does it because I find it cute. That little rat.
Gorlim: *comes back and just STANDS there, giving her puppy eyes, apparently not noticing Ravein*
Fenwick: *covers her face again* Stop that!
Gorlim: *real quietly* Feeeeenny...
Fenwick: *through her fingers* Whaaaaaaaaaat?
Ravein: *quietly begins working in his notebook again*
Gorlim: Do you want a sandwich?
Fenwick: *muffled through her fingers* No, not really. Why?
Gorlim: I was just wondering. It was a bad attempt to flirt with you. *puppy-eyes again*
Fenwick: *peeks over her fingers and then goes back behind them* Yes, it was. Say hello to Ravein.
Gorlim: *smiles very brightly and says sing-songily* Hallo, Ravein! Would YOU like a sandwich?
Ravein: *cautiously* What KIND of sandwich?
Fenwick: *glares at him over top her fingers* If you're flirting with the artist, I'll hit you.
Gorlim: *cheerfully ignores her* A FENNY sandwich! *looks at Fenny* That was ANOTHER bad attempt to flirt with you. AND the artist.
Fenwick: *GLARE* What do you want?
Gorlim: I'm hungry, and I'm tired of eating my own cooking all the time. Can you cook?
Ravein: Oh, yes, Miss Fenwick's told me that you cook. A good thing to know if you're generally hungry.
Fenwick: I can cook decently. What do you want to eat?
Gorlim: *uber-puppy-eyes-of-DOOM* Oh... anything you can cook...
Fenwick: *runs over and hugs him* STOP THAT!
Ravein: *scribbles furiously*
Gorlim: *hugs her back, then looks at Ravein and grins* Heeee. Look what I have....
Gorlim: *purrs and snuggles her*
Fenwick: *pinches him* I'm not a dog, therefore you don't HAVE anything.
Gorlim: Okay. If I can't have you, then can I have lunch?
Fenwick: *rests her chin on his chest* What do you want to eat and I'll tell you if I can make it.
Gorlim: Can you make a toasted cheese sandwich?
Ravein: *licks his lips, but keeeeeeps drawing*
Fenwick: That I can do. *looks at Ravein* Would you like one too?
Ravein: *nods furiously*
Fenwick: *laughs* well come along, I'll make you both one. *tugs them both by their wrists*
Ravein: *mews* One moment! *draws a dramatic final line and shows them a very detailed sketch of them snuggling* There!
Fenwick: *blinks at it and looks ill* If I ever get that cutesy again I think I'll vomit.
Gorlim: *melts and purrs at her*
Gorlim: *gives her a little kitty-type headbutt under the chin*
Fenwick: *smirks despite herself* You really are pathetic.
Fenwick: Come on my hungry little boys. Cheese sandwiches for all.