“Well, I’m the expert,” Ari countered, and who could say if he meant in spite of that or because of it? (Zelda was right and she knew it. But so, on this, was he.) “That’s why you have to do what I say, and not what I do,” he added lightly, though he quietly felt that nothing was going to tear her away from her mission now; there was a corner of her mind ticking it over even now.
He surveyed her for a few moments more, wondering what was possibly this important to her, and wondering, equally, if there was the slightest thing he could do to help. “But if I can sneak you some leftovers, will you at least eat?” Ari offered, supposing he could spare her having to bump into Brannon or anyone else in the house who might waste even more of her precious time than he already had.
He surveyed her for a few moments more, wondering what was possibly this important to her, and wondering, equally, if there was the slightest thing he could do to help. “But if I can sneak you some leftovers, will you at least eat?” Ari offered, supposing he could spare her having to bump into Brannon or anyone else in the house who might waste even more of her precious time than he already had.
