Another set of footsteps -- Astrid is not deaf to them, but she hardly hinges on their presence. It's only when the baker's son speaks that she turns her head in the source's direction.
"Bothering? You might call it that..." She replies in a light tone, returning to her coin purse with the pure guidance of her fingertips to retrieve some silver pieces. Her head tilts fondly as a kind smirk tilts her lips. "But I certainly wouldn't.
"Be a dear and fetch some cloths? I'm simply dripping -- and another cup of whatever it is he was drinking that I am now incidentally wearing." She places the silver pieces on the table. "If you please?"
The man opens his mouth, but words hesitate at the woman's uncanny playfulness in the situation. It is at least an effective balm, and he can appreciate that. He leers instead at the taller man (an excuse for a frightened squirrel, really) and relinquishes his shoulder.
"Right away, m'lady." He takes merely one silver piece from the table -- for replacing the now broken cup lying on the floor, before setting off for his commissioned task. He's got his eye on you, sir.
"Are you going to stand there all evening, mister...?" Astrid teases with a motion of a light hand to the other side of the table...even though the chair is slightly more to her right. You get the idea, don't you, Moritz?
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"Bothering? You might call it that..." She replies in a light tone, returning to her coin purse with the pure guidance of her fingertips to retrieve some silver pieces. Her head tilts fondly as a kind smirk tilts her lips. "But I certainly wouldn't.
"Be a dear and fetch some cloths? I'm simply dripping -- and another cup of whatever it is he was drinking that I am now incidentally wearing." She places the silver pieces on the table. "If you please?"
The man opens his mouth, but words hesitate at the woman's uncanny playfulness in the situation. It is at least an effective balm, and he can appreciate that. He leers instead at the taller man (an excuse for a frightened squirrel, really) and relinquishes his shoulder.
"Right away, m'lady." He takes merely one silver piece from the table -- for replacing the now broken cup lying on the floor, before setting off for his commissioned task. He's got his eye on you, sir.
"Are you going to stand there all evening, mister...?" Astrid teases with a motion of a light hand to the other side of the table...even though the chair is slightly more to her right. You get the idea, don't you, Moritz?