Oh: there was no quip this time, no murderous look in her eyes, just a smile that she maybe even meant. That was refreshing. (He knew, he knew, just because not every breath was full of hatred it did not mean the family would ever be friendly again - he wouldn’t get his hopes up, just enjoy the echoes of it.)
So he smiled back, a touch conspiratorial. “I might give it a try. But you might need more than one drink, I think,” he joked, nodding at her glass. She could probably get away with that.
He took a sip of his; once he had finished he could make his excuses and leave her be. In the meantime: “I imagine you’re looking forward to the next season starting?” That was not meant to be a veiled barb, either - she would probably look forward to the season even when she was a socialite - just to say that she would enjoy having her pick of the parties, when there was more going on.
So he smiled back, a touch conspiratorial. “I might give it a try. But you might need more than one drink, I think,” he joked, nodding at her glass. She could probably get away with that.
He took a sip of his; once he had finished he could make his excuses and leave her be. In the meantime: “I imagine you’re looking forward to the next season starting?” That was not meant to be a veiled barb, either - she would probably look forward to the season even when she was a socialite - just to say that she would enjoy having her pick of the parties, when there was more going on.
