Her smile was something out of a portrait; endearing, inviting, and practically picturesque. It made Thomas feel at ease. He suspected, however, the only reason she was smiling so much was either out of politeness or to stop herself from laughing at him - either would have been okay, Thomas was sure.
Her teasing about the broom made him laugh a little - especially her dig at his rival team. She was right though, Thomas had no idea what he'd use fabric on his broom for if nothing more than to display your teams colours (which evidently are sprawled everywhere anyway). He hadn't really thought his innocent lie out and so he came clean.
She seemed to understand. Thomas smiled at her words and ever-so-politely shook his head whilst they walked through the store.
It was a fantastic place to behold though Thomas was quite certain he had no idea what it was exactly. He'd first thought it was a clothing store - though that changed when he saw the loose fabrics - and then perhaps just a material store. But then he saw the plates. It was a confusing time for Thomas.
It was a strange and enchanting place within the House of Lytton and if it wasn't for the fact half of this stuff cost more than his wages, perhaps Thomas would have ventured into here before.
"No Miss," Thomas stopped shaking his head, his eyes locking with hers momentarily, "You're not a silly girl at all. And you know how I know?"
Thomas smiled toward a passerby who looked rather puzzled - as if he was asking himself where he'd seen Thomas before.
He picked up a nearby piece of fabric and held it against his clothing, "Because you speak well and sound smart. And also you have a good taste in your fashion stuff." He said with confident assurance.
Picking up another piece of fabric, this time a light coloured silken square (most likely intended to be used as part of a swatch), Thomas moved over to Helga and placed it on her shoulder.
He took a step back, "That goes with your eyes. It's real nice," Thomas nodded and paused briefly, "And you're right about Kenmare..." His tone seemed to lift as he began talking about his favourite sport, "The whole team has no coordination. They, er, have... those big leprechauns that fly around. I think it's silly."
Her teasing about the broom made him laugh a little - especially her dig at his rival team. She was right though, Thomas had no idea what he'd use fabric on his broom for if nothing more than to display your teams colours (which evidently are sprawled everywhere anyway). He hadn't really thought his innocent lie out and so he came clean.
She seemed to understand. Thomas smiled at her words and ever-so-politely shook his head whilst they walked through the store.
It was a fantastic place to behold though Thomas was quite certain he had no idea what it was exactly. He'd first thought it was a clothing store - though that changed when he saw the loose fabrics - and then perhaps just a material store. But then he saw the plates. It was a confusing time for Thomas.
It was a strange and enchanting place within the House of Lytton and if it wasn't for the fact half of this stuff cost more than his wages, perhaps Thomas would have ventured into here before.
"No Miss," Thomas stopped shaking his head, his eyes locking with hers momentarily, "You're not a silly girl at all. And you know how I know?"
Thomas smiled toward a passerby who looked rather puzzled - as if he was asking himself where he'd seen Thomas before.
He picked up a nearby piece of fabric and held it against his clothing, "Because you speak well and sound smart. And also you have a good taste in your fashion stuff." He said with confident assurance.
Picking up another piece of fabric, this time a light coloured silken square (most likely intended to be used as part of a swatch), Thomas moved over to Helga and placed it on her shoulder.
He took a step back, "That goes with your eyes. It's real nice," Thomas nodded and paused briefly, "And you're right about Kenmare..." His tone seemed to lift as he began talking about his favourite sport, "The whole team has no coordination. They, er, have... those big leprechauns that fly around. I think it's silly."