Preparing the morning's tea and coffee for the division heads, Fifi is setting cups on a tray as a nearby puppy (a HUGE puppy, but a puppy nonetheless) gnaws on a beef bone nearby. The woman is in the midst of smiling and shaking her head when the puppy rises and bounds over to Vanadi, which causes Fifi to set the tray down hard and scurry over to catch her before she can jump up.
"Not at all," she says in a straining voice as she hauls the dog back by her collar, "and we shall try not to be in yours."
Oh. There's a dog in the kitchen today. Vanadi blinks, and of course his first thought his: his family would never have tolerated such an unsanitary thing. And so it follows that his next thought is that of determined fondness, and he warms his smile as he moves into the room.
"What's your dog's name?" he asks, because it sounds like the sort of thing one asks when nearly accosted by a hound.
Though she catches that look, Fifi makes no mention of it, kneeling on the floor to hold the puppy in a full-body hug until she stops trying to wrestle free.
"Satina," she replies, "for the day I found her." She scratches the dog's neck, which seems to relax her somewhat, the frantic struggle turning to cheerful panting and a heavy tail thumping on the ground.
Alright, admittedly, that's pretty cute. Being not quite clear on the rules of rambunctious puppy ownership, Vanadi steps carefully past the pair without engaging, headed for food storage. Over his shoulder, he says, "Then it's a pleasure to meet you, Satina. And you as well, ah ..."
Never did get her name, huh. Boy, old habit sure are easy to fall into.
"Fifi," she replies without thinking-- usually she starts out with Josephine, but, well, it always feels a little different introducing herself to other elves.
"Vanadi," he says, and considers adding the estate name, considers sweeping into a formal bow ... he eschews them both, and only adds a polite nod. "A rifter, though I imagine that's apparent."
Probably especially to an elf; he knows he sounds too posh for a city elf, and has no sign of vallaslin. He moves to one of the counters, beginning to sort idly through the day's ingredient options.
A smile quirks onto Fifi's mouth, and she nods-- it's true, his bearing more than anything is what marks him as Not From Around Here.
"How are you liking it?" she asks, slowly rising now that the puppy has calmed somewhat, "...our world." It still feels like such a strange thing to ask.
"Oh, I'm very much enjoying myself," he says as he scrutinizes a jar of jam, tone still idle, as if this is just some matter of no importance and not what occupies a huge portion of his thoughts. "I would be very pleased if I could manage to stay here long enough to die of war, or disease, or old age, or whatever."
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Date: 2021-02-19 06:10 am (UTC)"Not at all," she says in a straining voice as she hauls the dog back by her collar, "and we shall try not to be in yours."
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Date: 2021-02-19 06:47 am (UTC)"What's your dog's name?" he asks, because it sounds like the sort of thing one asks when nearly accosted by a hound.
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Date: 2021-02-19 10:40 pm (UTC)"Satina," she replies, "for the day I found her." She scratches the dog's neck, which seems to relax her somewhat, the frantic struggle turning to cheerful panting and a heavy tail thumping on the ground.
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Date: 2021-02-20 09:46 pm (UTC)Never did get her name, huh. Boy, old habit sure are easy to fall into.
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Date: 2021-02-21 11:10 pm (UTC)"Yourself?"
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Date: 2021-03-12 07:57 am (UTC)Probably especially to an elf; he knows he sounds too posh for a city elf, and has no sign of vallaslin. He moves to one of the counters, beginning to sort idly through the day's ingredient options.
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Date: 2021-03-12 11:04 pm (UTC)"How are you liking it?" she asks, slowly rising now that the puppy has calmed somewhat, "...our world." It still feels like such a strange thing to ask.
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Date: 2021-03-13 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-16 12:41 am (UTC)She's impressed. "For all our sakes, I hope none of those happen too soon."