Well, if looks could kill – Trystan wouldn’t quite be dead, but he fancied his life would be hanging by a very thin thread.
Her daughter had not learned all her mother’s thorny ways yet, then, he noted in amusement, as she volunteered a little information cheerfully for free. “Oh, does she?” he said, with a serious nod at this important information and a swift glance back at Mrs. Davenport. “Then I expect she’ll love that cake,” he added, to Marigold (well, it was the thought that counted). To help her out with the decoration, Trystan selected a few loose twigs, neatening them up, breaking them into approximately equal pieces and quietly offering them up to her as potential candles.
“So she likes chocolate,” he mused aloud, as if impressed she had an amenable attitude to anything at all. “Does she like anything else?” He asked Marigold in a stage-whisper. As informants went, the sunny little girl was rather more of a pleasure to talk to than most.
Her daughter had not learned all her mother’s thorny ways yet, then, he noted in amusement, as she volunteered a little information cheerfully for free. “Oh, does she?” he said, with a serious nod at this important information and a swift glance back at Mrs. Davenport. “Then I expect she’ll love that cake,” he added, to Marigold (well, it was the thought that counted). To help her out with the decoration, Trystan selected a few loose twigs, neatening them up, breaking them into approximately equal pieces and quietly offering them up to her as potential candles.
“So she likes chocolate,” he mused aloud, as if impressed she had an amenable attitude to anything at all. “Does she like anything else?” He asked Marigold in a stage-whisper. As informants went, the sunny little girl was rather more of a pleasure to talk to than most.
