Carmelina wasn’t certain whether his suggesting the tearoom came with any ulterior motives - such as settling somewhere sturdier than a garden wall, perhaps - or merely because the tales he had to tell were too lengthy and epic to be appreciated in such a passing manner. Either way, her errands for the afternoon had never felt less critical. She would get to keep an eye on him until she was quite sure he was well enough to walk himself about, and she was, she admitted, a sucker for a story.
“Carmelina Cramming,” she said promptly, cocking her head at him a little as though still considering the proposition. But any introduction was good enough for her, and she was at least convinced he was no bandit, so there was hardly any harm in it. (Even if there were, she thought she might’ve risked it.) “Very well, Mr. Fisk,” Carm answered, with rather too much keenness to pretend to be relenting, “I should be delighted. Shall we?”
“Carmelina Cramming,” she said promptly, cocking her head at him a little as though still considering the proposition. But any introduction was good enough for her, and she was at least convinced he was no bandit, so there was hardly any harm in it. (Even if there were, she thought she might’ve risked it.) “Very well, Mr. Fisk,” Carm answered, with rather too much keenness to pretend to be relenting, “I should be delighted. Shall we?”
