"I don't know; your punching skills may have been useful," he chuckled, trying to imagine a few twenty-something men being faced with a violent, loud, snarky Miss Lynch. They probably would have froze up, unsure of how to handle such a confrontation (he, on more than one occasion, had). Ha.
Edric was a man, and as such wanted to give no indication that he was in need of assistance—especially when he wasn't even sure he was in need of assistance. Still, the thought of getting a cup of tea or anything down his throat was tempting, and though he said nothing directly, he case a knowing glance in her direction.
Edric was a man, and as such wanted to give no indication that he was in need of assistance—especially when he wasn't even sure he was in need of assistance. Still, the thought of getting a cup of tea or anything down his throat was tempting, and though he said nothing directly, he case a knowing glance in her direction.
— set by MJ! —