Oh dear. You may feel the air getting slightly colder, Lydia, and it's got nothing to do with the heating of the apartment. "Generally, only for those who can afford her services." She knows that Lydia did not mean the comments as a compliment. "You will not be made to look at them, however, Mother has not offered her services to help your new apartment a home."
"Are wolves really people though?" Lydia muses. She's not noticed Wednesday's attitude. "I mean, like, obviously when they are human, they are people, but when they're wolves, they're dogs. I think at least a shower law should be put in place. It's just common decency, isn't it?" Lydia goes to look into the bedroom. "Huh. It's quite nice. Shabby chique is so in!"
"They are capable of more sentient, empathetic thought than some I could mention," Wednesday said. Oh, how easy it would be to bring a knife to this girl's throat... She had just sharpened one recently... She opened her bag, catching glimpse of the metal. Her hand reached in, curling around it.
"No, I don't suppose you would." Lydia turns back, a bright smile on her face. "You know, you totally need to let me take you shopping. Just to say thank you for everything!"
"No, I do not," Wednesday said. "I do need to advise you to watch for what you plug in. You may flip the breaker." Her words were more than advice, really. They were ... well, a jinx is more the correct term for it. Lydia would find - for at least the new two weeks - her hairdryer being plugged in would instantly cut out all the power in her flat.
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Another long pause. "Many people smell."
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"I wouldn't know."
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"You know, you totally need to let me take you shopping. Just to say thank you for everything!"
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Looks like Cesare is going to have someone staying over more frequently than he might care for.
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