[Mention anything to Rutyer, but then she moves on--]
Um, entirely in the-- What was the, um. Uh, I wouldn't--
[Know if it is normal or not, because he doesn't quite know what she's asking him to confirm, and then there's the plate, as empty and blank-faced as one of the moons, if the moons were blank save for a light dusting of cheese crumbs. Salvio looks down it, in some bewilderment.]
Yes. You are... [so confusing] You are welcome, Poppell. Um. Though, I don't-- Well. Yes. Um, and-- thank, you. As well. In return.
Oh, nonsense. There is nothing at all to thank me for. Speaking in very tech ical term, I've done nothing at all except delay you. [In a flurry of skirts and crumbs and her general impression, Wysteria rises from the seat with the plate in her possession. She tucks it smartly under one arm - smartly in the sense that it looks very jaunty indeed there; less so in the sense that it scatters crumbs in every conceivable direction.]
But, should you actually need help - with the filing or the sorting or sifting through the the box of complaints to weed out the nonsense or any of that -, then you should know I'm surprisingly rather good at all that. It's practically all Mr Ralston had me do, you know. --Not that you would. Know. Since you don't know him or-- [Spirits, his conversational affliction is awfully contagious. She's been here too long.] Anyway. If you find yourself at loose ends and in need of a spare pair of hands or a plate of cheese, I'm certain I can rearrange my very busy schedule to provide either.
[Ha ha, isn't she just the picture of wit and charm.]
[Salvio's chest tightens as crumbs scatter across the floor. He is, against all odds, feeling a measure better than when he had started this conversation with Poppell. His legs are still a little too weak to support him--certainly too weak to dash over and begin cleaning up the crumbs, as he truly in his soul wants to--but all the same.
He blinks, somewhat bewildered by all the rest that she has to say. As usual.]
Oh, um. If you have experience. In... in filing. There is always, well, work, to be done. Particularly for the experienced. Um, I will-- Yes. Perhaps. Later. Uh, so, that is, no, nothing else, for the moment.
Only. Uh. [He swallows, hard, but manages to get out,] Th, uh, thank you.
[Okay, that's all. That's it. He flaps a hand in Wysteria's direction, without looking at her, more panicked than dismissive.]
You're very welcome. [She flashes him a very bright and very sudden smile.] And thank you - for thinking of me, I suppose. In a professional capacity, obviously.
[And what more is there to say really. So Wysteria gives him a last nod and then sweeps from the room. She leaves the door fully open behind her, only to double back a moment later--] Sorry, sorry. Good luck. You'll do spectacularly. Good bye! [--to pull it shut.]
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[Mention anything to Rutyer, but then she moves on--]
Um, entirely in the-- What was the, um. Uh, I wouldn't--
[Know if it is normal or not, because he doesn't quite know what she's asking him to confirm, and then there's the plate, as empty and blank-faced as one of the moons, if the moons were blank save for a light dusting of cheese crumbs. Salvio looks down it, in some bewilderment.]
Yes. You are... [so confusing] You are welcome, Poppell. Um. Though, I don't-- Well. Yes. Um, and-- thank, you. As well. In return.
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But, should you actually need help - with the filing or the sorting or sifting through the the box of complaints to weed out the nonsense or any of that -, then you should know I'm surprisingly rather good at all that. It's practically all Mr Ralston had me do, you know. --Not that you would. Know. Since you don't know him or-- [Spirits, his conversational affliction is awfully contagious. She's been here too long.] Anyway. If you find yourself at loose ends and in need of a spare pair of hands or a plate of cheese, I'm certain I can rearrange my very busy schedule to provide either.
[Ha ha, isn't she just the picture of wit and charm.]
Is there anything else?
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He blinks, somewhat bewildered by all the rest that she has to say. As usual.]
Oh, um. If you have experience. In... in filing. There is always, well, work, to be done. Particularly for the experienced. Um, I will-- Yes. Perhaps. Later. Uh, so, that is, no, nothing else, for the moment.
Only. Uh. [He swallows, hard, but manages to get out,] Th, uh, thank you.
[Okay, that's all. That's it. He flaps a hand in Wysteria's direction, without looking at her, more panicked than dismissive.]
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[And what more is there to say really. So Wysteria gives him a last nod and then sweeps from the room. She leaves the door fully open behind her, only to double back a moment later--] Sorry, sorry. Good luck. You'll do spectacularly. Good bye! [--to pull it shut.]