Her shawl was lovely. Cash made a mental note to compliment it later; they were too busy having a normal conversation now.

Cash smiled back at her. "Well I hear things I'll be interested in," he said. "What about you?" He hadn't quite settled into the upper class man with his own house thing of collecting, but maybe this was a first step — he needed things to do in their house, ways to make it feel like it was theirs and not just a place they lived in.

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