Vianne watched him, sipping her own wine. She herself was dressed in one of the gifts, a long green gown pressed on her by the tailor they'd visited when he caught his coat on nail and tore it. It didn't make her uncomfortable at all. She'd seen the wealthy treated like this her whole life. It made her a little giddy to be included, but that was all. She set down her glass. "A centime for your thoughts?"
"What?" He blinked at her, then set the glass down and poked at the fragrant pasta. "Oh. Just ..." He looked up at her and shrugged. "It's nothing, really. Just ... wondering how things are going back home... Aheh." He didn't sound very convincing.
Which was probably why she wasn't convinced. "We've been gone nearly three weeks. Do you think it's... a good time to go back?" She twirled her fork in her linguini, thinking. "Will the Oompa Loompa's have calmed down yet?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I think they might have, by now, or will soon."
He found himself watching her again. Strangely enough, he had the impression he was watching things more and zoming out less. He wondered what it meant.
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He found himself watching her again. Strangely enough, he had the impression he was watching things more and zoming out less. He wondered what it meant.
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