February 25th, 1891 - Londonderry, Ireland
The muggles were sort of funny, in the way that muggles were. They talked them through the whole sorry history of the house during most of the dinner, and the son had been eaten by wolves, rather than the nurse - the nurse had 'simply vanished, and her skeleton was discovered in the attic,' which was as ominous as it was probably untrue. Cash was having great fun so far, really, and had been very careful about schooling his expression into 'polite interest,' glancing over at Greengrass every few moments to see if he thought the same bits of the story were funny.
Except now they were at a pause in the story - Cash had no doubt they were building to a horrifying climax - and the muggles were still around, and Cash was realizing that he didn't know how to have a conversation around muggles. He couldn't talk about any of the usual things he liked to talk about, and he had to be very careful about his wand in the pocket of his trousers.
"So I think it's a little rude that I don't know this," Cash said, having almost immediately run out of ways to say 'oh yes how scary' in a way that would hopefully please their muggle hosts. "But what's your work in, again?"
Except now they were at a pause in the story - Cash had no doubt they were building to a horrifying climax - and the muggles were still around, and Cash was realizing that he didn't know how to have a conversation around muggles. He couldn't talk about any of the usual things he liked to talk about, and he had to be very careful about his wand in the pocket of his trousers.
"So I think it's a little rude that I don't know this," Cash said, having almost immediately run out of ways to say 'oh yes how scary' in a way that would hopefully please their muggle hosts. "But what's your work in, again?"
MJ made this!