Reinette arranged herself back onto the sofa, the break between their exchange on it before and now only allowing for her more rigid posture and formality to return. It was her nature now.
If not for the pillows scattered on the floor, it might have been a figment of imaginations.
She hardly had a moment to somewhat dubiously study the glass before Jack indicated the box in front of her. Not to be found lacking, she opened it briskly, discovering that the lid flipped back.
It was rather like a pie, she thought. Or cake. It was even divided as such.
But there were no utensils. Surely she was not supposed to eat it with her fingers? Reinette glanced at Jack.
No, she amended. Somehow it seemed likely she was expected to do just that.
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Date: 2010-03-31 04:15 am (UTC)If not for the pillows scattered on the floor, it might have been a figment of imaginations.
She hardly had a moment to somewhat dubiously study the glass before Jack indicated the box in front of her. Not to be found lacking, she opened it briskly, discovering that the lid flipped back.
It was rather like a pie, she thought. Or cake. It was even divided as such.
But there were no utensils. Surely she was not supposed to eat it with her fingers? Reinette glanced at Jack.
No, she amended. Somehow it seemed likely she was expected to do just that.
Carefully she pulled one of the pieces free.