Ida laughed, a genuine tinkling sound at the thought of being defended from possessed gingerbread men. It was the mental image that evoked the good humor; of course ghouls couldn't really do them much harm, and she'd happily just eat whatever gingerbread assault came her why. "Thank you, very chivalrous of you," she entertained him with a grin.
And off they went, a dynamic duo indeed-- she caught her brother's eye across the room as they went along, and he surely took notice. It made Ida feel a smidge bad, this reminder. She was still very much being watched, and being seen talking to an eligible suitor was still very much to her benefit. It put into sharp relief, also, that she didn't really know what Mister Greengrass really intended, by getting friendly with her. Was it just to be friends? Or was she wasting his time?
"Cocktails," she parroted back in question, arching a dark eyebrow at him. Brown eyes to quick note that he himself had not picked one of these up, but she supposed champagne was a milder way to start. She might've followed suit, but it wasn't often that she got a chance to sample colorful, fruity-type drinks, her beverage choices typically confined to wine, mead, or firewhiskey. What Ida didn't think much about, however, was that these drinks were notably stronger, and likely not the wisest choice for a party where one would entertain a newly-acquainted gentleman. "That's so very high-brow. But we're dressed to the nines, aren't we? Might as well have a ritzy drink to match."
And off they went, a dynamic duo indeed-- she caught her brother's eye across the room as they went along, and he surely took notice. It made Ida feel a smidge bad, this reminder. She was still very much being watched, and being seen talking to an eligible suitor was still very much to her benefit. It put into sharp relief, also, that she didn't really know what Mister Greengrass really intended, by getting friendly with her. Was it just to be friends? Or was she wasting his time?
"Cocktails," she parroted back in question, arching a dark eyebrow at him. Brown eyes to quick note that he himself had not picked one of these up, but she supposed champagne was a milder way to start. She might've followed suit, but it wasn't often that she got a chance to sample colorful, fruity-type drinks, her beverage choices typically confined to wine, mead, or firewhiskey. What Ida didn't think much about, however, was that these drinks were notably stronger, and likely not the wisest choice for a party where one would entertain a newly-acquainted gentleman. "That's so very high-brow. But we're dressed to the nines, aren't we? Might as well have a ritzy drink to match."
ooc. til dressed to the nines is old slang!
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stefanie made this beautiful set <3