"I'm pleased to meet you, Dave," Balthazar nods again, sober and sincere, then takes a deep breath, and turns to look at Horvath. He's right, of course. This is awkward enough without inviting interruptions.
For once, he can read his old friend's expression. He isn't sure whether to be afraid or sympathetic. But since neither of those will help the situation just now, he opts for simply going to lock the door and draw the shade. "The tea's probably past bitter by now. I hope you both like it overbrewed. But there are cookies."
The Welsh cookies Horvath likes so much, specifically. He gives his friend a smile that's half hopeful, half guilty, then turns and beckons them both after him, past the curtained doorway into the back room of the shop.
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Date: 2012-01-12 09:55 pm (UTC)For once, he can read his old friend's expression. He isn't sure whether to be afraid or sympathetic. But since neither of those will help the situation just now, he opts for simply going to lock the door and draw the shade. "The tea's probably past bitter by now. I hope you both like it overbrewed. But there are cookies."
The Welsh cookies Horvath likes so much, specifically. He gives his friend a smile that's half hopeful, half guilty, then turns and beckons them both after him, past the curtained doorway into the back room of the shop.