[Meanwhile, the moment Ellis is stooped over, Wysteria whips her attention around to make emphatic expressions at Tony. They rely rather a lot on the urgent, perhaps pained, activity of her eyebrows and the jerk of her head in Ellis' direction. Maybe it's meant to be accusing — You didn't tell me your name was a secret and I thought Ellis ought to know, or maybe it is some mortification of the circumstances, or she is already on the verge of betraying her oath and expiring under the pressure of it, or, or, or.]
I'm only curious, [she insists, her voice light and breezy and her look to Tony quite sharp indeed.
The cartoonish face journey ends either as she sets the box on the table or when Ellis straightens, whichever comes first. The box's corners are popped and the whole thing flattened into a make-do serving plate.]
no subject
I'm only curious, [she insists, her voice light and breezy and her look to Tony quite sharp indeed.
The cartoonish face journey ends either as she sets the box on the table or when Ellis straightens, whichever comes first. The box's corners are popped and the whole thing flattened into a make-do serving plate.]
Eat a twist, Mr. Stark.