"that's great- my da- he used to have a fishing boat." The boat was probably still moored near their old home. she hadn't wanted to sell.
"great ruins," she told Henry. "It's a bit hard to see. And cold. I haven't gone in a while though. no reason." she did swim a lot, to no one's surprise.
A little surprised by that, honestly, as he was by finding out there was any earthly fact he didn't know. "I wasn't aware of the ruins in that area. BCE, or early Empire?"
"oh! no, no," she said but was hardly convincing. "I'm not good at talking. not really. especially not about myself. but it's okay, if you're curious." She avoids the bread but smiles. "I just live with my gran. That's all."
That gets Annie to nod. "yeah- we have a flat in ah, in Kensington.." Hopefully he had no idea what that meant. "Family home. it's hers. not mine." She lived there, still. but spent a lot of time with her boyfriend in his flat.
"You're very wealthy, then." Of course he knew what it meant. He wasn't the kind of American who didn't know up from down, Marylebone from Dalston. "Or she is. It's a very nice part of town. Are you happy there?"
"She is." Annie is quick to say it. She doesn't like talking about money. Most people don't even know she has money until they get to know her. if they get to know her.
"I do- It's not home home exactly. But I like it. where ah- where are you living?"
Annie nods. "beautiful area." Because it was. "great for walks." Just not at night when you could get eaten by a wealthy vampire. But she did understand the implication.
"I've never been. Is it as pretty as everyone says?"
Annie considers this- it is so close and it would be nice to get out of London for a quick jaunt. fewer memories than if she went to Ireland.
"Yeah- maybe. maybe I can convince Finnick to go with me. he deserves a vacation." With the elections he had been so busy, so stressed out. ...and then he'd stabbed a guy.
"Finnick is a friend of yours?" Brows raised, surprised to find a name he actually recognized on her tongue, and one that certainly had very few owners.
he knew Finnick. okay, that wasn't odd. Finnick was popular, and Henry's explanation helped iron out the details. "oh- no. A little?" how did he know about the elections?
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"great ruins," she told Henry. "It's a bit hard to see. And cold. I haven't gone in a while though. no reason." she did swim a lot, to no one's surprise.
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A little surprised by that, honestly, as he was by finding out there was any earthly fact he didn't know. "I wasn't aware of the ruins in that area. BCE, or early Empire?"
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"uhm... I don't know? I'm not ah, an academic?"
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everyone else was dead.
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Settling in to have more wine, in hopes that that was easy enough to convince her to eat.
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"I do- It's not home home exactly. But I like it. where ah- where are you living?"
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"Otherwise, I agree. I prefer Paris."
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"I've never been. Is it as pretty as everyone says?"
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"It is." Rarely did he agree with common consensus, but when it came to Paris...
"The train from here is quite a quick route, I've been told. It's worth the visit. It's a calmer city. More like this park. But very grand."
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"Yeah- maybe. maybe I can convince Finnick to go with me. he deserves a vacation." With the elections he had been so busy, so stressed out. ...and then he'd stabbed a guy.
a witch, but still.
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"Are you...?"