Well now, that was just rude.
Charley found herself left hanging, spit slowly dripping off the side of her hand left untaken. It couldn't be that hard to shake on a deal, the lady would've done it if she was sincere. Maybe these shop types didn't know what it meant. That was easier to swallow than Benevolence just being rude about it, she was offering cake after all. Charley liked cake, and so did her stomach.
She snatched the cake before it could get pulled away, taking a bigger bite than should have fit in her mouth. The spongey, moist cake filled it full, forcing the urchin to chew slowly and mechanically, only able to mutter the most muffled, "Mmmm-hmm," at the woman's lecture. Benevolence really did have a lot of words for agreeing with someone, Charley swore she sounded like a character right out of her Da's plays. "'Ss ghhd."
That was supposed to be about the cake. It was good, forcing Charley to swallow a few times to get the whole bite down her gullet. She wasn't about to base any agreement just on words. That would be silly, what kind of a person would she be if she let a word hold the entire weight of someone's trust in her? She had been in enough of those plays, too, the sort where words misled the wrong person and they wound up hurt. Or worse, exiled.
"Nah," Charley muttered, swallowing the last of the cake. Brown eyes sought out the familiar shade of tea sitting in a cup somewhere. "Went there," she remarked about Hogwarts, searching instead for a pot of tea. Cold tea was better than nothing, the urchin could just do with a nice, hot cuppa, freshly-brewed with milk. Or honey if the flower woman had some. "they didn't want me back."
The urchin's street-fouled face, dotted with new crumbs from the cake, turned a little sour as she looked back at the woman. Hogwarts was a sore subject for Charley, especially with no tea. "So, what's the job?"
Without that handshake, Charley wasn't exactly sure she was going to get much more than the cake out of this deal, really. Might as well wish for the Nile, at least that could've quenched her thirst right about now. "Say," she smacked her dry mouth, "You got that tea?"
Charley found herself left hanging, spit slowly dripping off the side of her hand left untaken. It couldn't be that hard to shake on a deal, the lady would've done it if she was sincere. Maybe these shop types didn't know what it meant. That was easier to swallow than Benevolence just being rude about it, she was offering cake after all. Charley liked cake, and so did her stomach.
She snatched the cake before it could get pulled away, taking a bigger bite than should have fit in her mouth. The spongey, moist cake filled it full, forcing the urchin to chew slowly and mechanically, only able to mutter the most muffled, "Mmmm-hmm," at the woman's lecture. Benevolence really did have a lot of words for agreeing with someone, Charley swore she sounded like a character right out of her Da's plays. "'Ss ghhd."
That was supposed to be about the cake. It was good, forcing Charley to swallow a few times to get the whole bite down her gullet. She wasn't about to base any agreement just on words. That would be silly, what kind of a person would she be if she let a word hold the entire weight of someone's trust in her? She had been in enough of those plays, too, the sort where words misled the wrong person and they wound up hurt. Or worse, exiled.
"Nah," Charley muttered, swallowing the last of the cake. Brown eyes sought out the familiar shade of tea sitting in a cup somewhere. "Went there," she remarked about Hogwarts, searching instead for a pot of tea. Cold tea was better than nothing, the urchin could just do with a nice, hot cuppa, freshly-brewed with milk. Or honey if the flower woman had some. "they didn't want me back."
The urchin's street-fouled face, dotted with new crumbs from the cake, turned a little sour as she looked back at the woman. Hogwarts was a sore subject for Charley, especially with no tea. "So, what's the job?"
Without that handshake, Charley wasn't exactly sure she was going to get much more than the cake out of this deal, really. Might as well wish for the Nile, at least that could've quenched her thirst right about now. "Say," she smacked her dry mouth, "You got that tea?"
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