He kept his eyes on her as he drank the tea, not paying much mind to the contents of his cup. They'd used these things so many times that he'd just about memorized how much he could drink before he had to pull away—and the tea was still hot enough to where sucking it down would be a decision he'd likely regret.
"Claude's your brother? Claude Brown?" he asked as he pulled away from the cup momentarily. He wasn't oblivious to his dorm-mate's family, but he hadn't had the thought to actually ask him to point out his siblings in a crowd. "I suppose that makes you—" He put on an over-exaggerated French accent. "—little Monet."
"Claude's your brother? Claude Brown?" he asked as he pulled away from the cup momentarily. He wasn't oblivious to his dorm-mate's family, but he hadn't had the thought to actually ask him to point out his siblings in a crowd. "I suppose that makes you—" He put on an over-exaggerated French accent. "—little Monet."
