How entirely mysterious that your intended intended might exhibit some unaccountably sharp displeasure specific to the man with whom you share a most true and sincere friendship who visits you each day in an ever so slightly increasingly domestic manner that he will not name to you!
[Wysteria's sidelong Oh please-verging-on-eyeroll look in Alexandrie's look intensifies. But it could hardly do to argue. If the charade is to go without question, she can hardly insist that de Foncé cannot care enough to be laid low by such petty things as jealousy and suspicion.
(Although-- pipes up a very small voice in the very back of her head; rather than give it any credence however:)]
Do you think she would be receptive to such an inquiry? It is, after all, asking her to divulge the feelings of a close friend. I gather the pair of them--well, three including their friend the Chantry Brother--are somewhat inseparable.
[ At the verged upon eye roll, Alexandrie makes a note to mark the day and conversation on her calendar so she might be able to know the exact length of time between today and whenever it is she learns she was right. ]
Oh, entirely.
I cannot guess at her receptiveness, but it is neither as if you shall be making a demand, nor does your asking mean she must answer.
Whether she knows or not, whether she will tell you or not... [ she tilts her free hand back and forth, ] whatever the result, you have more information than you did prior.
Ah. A common theme for our day's conversation, it seems.
[She takes a slim sip from her cup, then announces (quite decided)—]
No, you are right but all the same I think I shall not ask the Baroness. I believe I have elected that I wish to be a very straight forward sort of person who says as she means and asks whatever questions she likes directly of the person in question or not at all. So perhaps I will inquire with De Fo—Valentine himself.
Not that there is anything wrong with the other way of things, of course, [she adds with a swift glance to her friend, the heroic gossip who even now is evidently trapped between two conflicted parties.] Only that I believe I lack the necessary subtlety.
I think it less a lack of guile and more an abundance of forthrightness.
[ A knowing little smile for the swift glance, and she reaches for the teapot to refresh her cup and make the same offer of refill to Wysteria that had been made her. ]
Having lived the near entirety of my life in a way in which subtlety truly is a necessity, I find it extremely refreshing and one of my very favourite things about you.
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[ So strange!
(Tea sip.) ]
Have you asked the Baroness Haut-Brion?
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(Although-- pipes up a very small voice in the very back of her head; rather than give it any credence however:)]
Do you think she would be receptive to such an inquiry? It is, after all, asking her to divulge the feelings of a close friend. I gather the pair of them--well, three including their friend the Chantry Brother--are somewhat inseparable.
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Oh, entirely.
I cannot guess at her receptiveness, but it is neither as if you shall be making a demand, nor does your asking mean she must answer.
Whether she knows or not, whether she will tell you or not... [ she tilts her free hand back and forth, ] whatever the result, you have more information than you did prior.
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[She takes a slim sip from her cup, then announces (quite decided)—]
No, you are right but all the same I think I shall not ask the Baroness. I believe I have elected that I wish to be a very straight forward sort of person who says as she means and asks whatever questions she likes directly of the person in question or not at all. So perhaps I will inquire with De Fo—Valentine himself.
Not that there is anything wrong with the other way of things, of course, [she adds with a swift glance to her friend, the heroic gossip who even now is evidently trapped between two conflicted parties.] Only that I believe I lack the necessary subtlety.
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[ A knowing little smile for the swift glance, and she reaches for the teapot to refresh her cup and make the same offer of refill to Wysteria that had been made her. ]
Having lived the near entirety of my life in a way in which subtlety truly is a necessity, I find it extremely refreshing and one of my very favourite things about you.
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Well, I am most glad for it for at this stage in my life I doubt very much that I will ever be anything but quite forthright.
[Her shrugs is easy as if to imply that the compliment is of little consequence; her smile however is quite broad, clearly entirely pleased with it.]
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[ Top up delivered. With great sincerity: ]
But I implore you to continue to have no such desire.