“A pleasure, Nomura. And… ice mice?” A droll arch of an eyebrow, a flicker of inquisitiveness. “Are they what they sound like: mice made of ice?”
Though Reyes looked the perfect picture of ease (despite the dreadfully unfashionable navy blue scrubs), now lounging in that chair like a throne, he was sizing up Nida just as much as he was being assessed in turn. The boy looked a clean-cut youth, which didn’t raise the stranger’s hackles, and instead started sorting Nida into the not a threat column, whether deserved or not. Reyes supposed appearances could be deceiving, but—
“Do you live in one of the houses, or here?” He gestured towards the ceiling of the room with a flourish, indicating the inn rooms above them. “I’m still learning all the neighbours. Perhaps I should bake. Do a tour around all the rooms to say hello.”
A joke, of course. Where would he even find all the supplies? (Also, Reyes Vidal baking? His right-hand-woman would have cried laughing.)
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Though Reyes looked the perfect picture of ease (despite the dreadfully unfashionable navy blue scrubs), now lounging in that chair like a throne, he was sizing up Nida just as much as he was being assessed in turn. The boy looked a clean-cut youth, which didn’t raise the stranger’s hackles, and instead started sorting Nida into the not a threat column, whether deserved or not. Reyes supposed appearances could be deceiving, but—
“Do you live in one of the houses, or here?” He gestured towards the ceiling of the room with a flourish, indicating the inn rooms above them. “I’m still learning all the neighbours. Perhaps I should bake. Do a tour around all the rooms to say hello.”
A joke, of course. Where would he even find all the supplies? (Also, Reyes Vidal baking? His right-hand-woman would have cried laughing.)