[Oh good, he wasn't one of those who stand there in horror at the vines and refuse to approach. Good man. She appreciates that.
She's dressed down a bit when he knocks, so when she opens the door he'll look down (she's short, it turns out!) to see her in just the chemise and a skirt. No need to be fully dressed when she's at home. At least it's the pre-Victorian style, so appropriate enough as a casual top.]
So you did! Come on in.
[She kicks her boots aside as she opens the door wider. The living space he enters to has a remarkably clear coffee table in front of the couch. Normally littered with writing and diagrams, she's cleared it all off - not for the sake of neatness but because even though she writes in Abyssal, those are still secrets to be kept away from the eyes of those who have no business seeing them.]
Coffee? I- well. It's not real coffee, it's some strange attempt at it that I found at the shops. They give us the oddest things sometimes. But it's close if you don't mind sort of a... damp taste to it.
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She's dressed down a bit when he knocks, so when she opens the door he'll look down (she's short, it turns out!) to see her in just the chemise and a skirt. No need to be fully dressed when she's at home. At least it's the pre-Victorian style, so appropriate enough as a casual top.]
So you did! Come on in.
[She kicks her boots aside as she opens the door wider. The living space he enters to has a remarkably clear coffee table in front of the couch. Normally littered with writing and diagrams, she's cleared it all off - not for the sake of neatness but because even though she writes in Abyssal, those are still secrets to be kept away from the eyes of those who have no business seeing them.]
Coffee? I- well. It's not real coffee, it's some strange attempt at it that I found at the shops. They give us the oddest things sometimes. But it's close if you don't mind sort of a... damp taste to it.