Audrey doesn't actually like the implication. But then Audrey doesn't like less than the truth.
Especially when she's a got it lot lately. In Haven. Blatantly. Like it's all fine, if they're obvious but silent.
She'd really rather not want to think this whole place and it's 'weird-ness' is some kind of funky food reaction or crazy dream she's going to wake up from at any moment. Not if it isn't. Fake guardrails really aren't her thing. But she's following the mentions of Texas. Making a note of it all. She looked up things on far less concerte facts. Kate Barlow. Green Lake Texas. 1888.
But it's Nathan's question, that makes Audrey look down. As much as its actually down, Nathan isn't that much shorter than her sitting all that height of his on a stool. Dry sort of teasing tugging just enough at one curve of her mouth trying to come back to it. "You sure you're done already? What'd you get? One, two bite--"
She's glancing between him and the plate though, when her expression falters with some surprise. Because it's already gone: the plate. Replaced with a white take-out box that looks the same the universe over. Even when there's a small, bright pink, azalea resting on top of the container.
"Huh." Again. But with a faintly crazy tug to her smile. The oddly cheerful ruefulness erring on teasing that comes with the crazy they seems to hit daily in stride. "It looks like someone here likes you." Audrey's gaze finding their guide again. "I guess that puts us back in your capable hands, Miss Barlow."
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Date: 2013-06-10 12:52 am (UTC)Especially when she's a got it lot lately. In Haven. Blatantly. Like it's all fine, if they're obvious but silent.
She'd really rather not want to think this whole place and it's 'weird-ness' is some kind of funky food reaction or crazy dream she's going to wake up from at any moment. Not if it isn't. Fake guardrails really aren't her thing. But she's following the mentions of Texas. Making a note of it all. She looked up things on far less concerte facts. Kate Barlow. Green Lake Texas. 1888.
But it's Nathan's question, that makes Audrey look down. As much as its actually down, Nathan isn't that much shorter than her sitting all that height of his on a stool. Dry sort of teasing tugging just enough at one curve of her mouth trying to come back to it. "You sure you're done already? What'd you get? One, two bite--"
She's glancing between him and the plate though, when her expression falters with some surprise. Because it's already gone: the plate. Replaced with a white take-out box that looks the same the universe over. Even when there's a small, bright pink, azalea resting on top of the container.
"Huh." Again. But with a faintly crazy tug to her smile. The oddly cheerful ruefulness erring on teasing that comes with the crazy they seems to hit daily in stride. "It looks like someone here likes you." Audrey's gaze finding their guide again. "I guess that puts us back in your capable hands, Miss Barlow."