That little remark about the rum on the beach, it hits. He could bring it up. Shed greater light on this ongoing process she's been going through lately, trying to pull her various experiences together, those that conflict and make no sense to his relatively simple mind. He thinks about asking, but something about the notion feels like it'd be too uncouth, too simple and direct for a subtle situation and a gentle woman. With a breath, he rubs his thumb against his forehead.
"You might be surprised," he says quietly, no small amount of fondness on his face. "She's... She's really somethin' and I think you'd like her. Bet she'd appreciate a good shot of rum, though I think she likes pies even more. And yeah, sure, coffee'd be great. So, baseball. Who's your team?"
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Date: 2010-12-31 02:43 am (UTC)"You might be surprised," he says quietly, no small amount of fondness on his face. "She's... She's really somethin' and I think you'd like her. Bet she'd appreciate a good shot of rum, though I think she likes pies even more. And yeah, sure, coffee'd be great. So, baseball. Who's your team?"