There was plenty she would have to figure out later, either through whisperings with Zelda or simply watching the situation unfold, but she was frankly too exhausted to worry much about the random woman and the complete lack of affection in Zelda's tone. She shrugged off her own coat and quickly realized that the charm she'd placed on it to keep her insulated had faded while they were still trekking through the blizzard. A chill ran up her spine, even in the comparable warmth of the house, and she perked up at the mention of fish. And tea. Mmm, she could do with a warm cup of it right about now.
A lazy, polite smile still on her face, she followed Zelda's lead and hung her coat up on the rack. She turned back to Mr. Darrow, rubbing her hands together, and nodded. "Fish. Tea. All of it sounds lovely," she sighed, "Do you have hot cinnamon spice?" She looked to Zelda, hoping to find some direction—where to stand, where to sit, what to say, what to not say.
A lazy, polite smile still on her face, she followed Zelda's lead and hung her coat up on the rack. She turned back to Mr. Darrow, rubbing her hands together, and nodded. "Fish. Tea. All of it sounds lovely," she sighed, "Do you have hot cinnamon spice?" She looked to Zelda, hoping to find some direction—where to stand, where to sit, what to say, what to not say.
— DELIGHTful set by lady <3 —