((ooc: Ah, yes, life. Getting in the way like a boss.))
[Silver’s playful grin leads her to expect some mischief—and leaves her totally unprepared for this answer.]
Really? That long?!
[She can’t hide her dismay at the thought. Oh, how she hopes he’s wrong. And not just because she wants to win this bet.]
Alright. My guess is five minutes. No more. [Please, no more.]
And I think…
[Mr. Ashworth clears his throat and glares up at her over the rim of glasses. He doesn’t look at Silver. Quite frankly, that man intimidates him. Besides, he assumes shaming the woman will prove more effective.
Guenièvre spares a short, scathing look in Ashworth’s direction, before turning back to smile at Silver.]
I think we are agreed. Yes?
[She holds up her phone, ready to start the timer. At the same time, a raised eyebrow and slight tilt of her head in the direction of Mr. Ashworth should let Silver know that she’s all for messing with the seated grump.]
no subject
[Silver’s playful grin leads her to expect some mischief—and leaves her totally unprepared for this answer.]
Really? That long?!
[She can’t hide her dismay at the thought. Oh, how she hopes he’s wrong. And not just because she wants to win this bet.]
Alright. My guess is five minutes. No more. [Please, no more.]
And I think…
[Mr. Ashworth clears his throat and glares up at her over the rim of glasses. He doesn’t look at Silver. Quite frankly, that man intimidates him. Besides, he assumes shaming the woman will prove more effective.
Guenièvre spares a short, scathing look in Ashworth’s direction, before turning back to smile at Silver.]
I think we are agreed. Yes?
[She holds up her phone, ready to start the timer. At the same time, a raised eyebrow and slight tilt of her head in the direction of Mr. Ashworth should let Silver know that she’s all for messing with the seated grump.]