[The elbow hits Maeve in her ribs. It doesn't make much of an impact; her six-foot-and-change frame's solid and broad, though she carries herself with a deliberateness that's leans toward the elegant. She was focused on the preserves and the nudge derails her train of thought.
It takes her a moment to figure out what the catman's indicating, to try and make her own evaluation of just what, precisely, he's trying to suggest, and to give up and ask. She looks from landens to catman and raises her eyebrows.]
Charity is as Charity Does
It takes her a moment to figure out what the catman's indicating, to try and make her own evaluation of just what, precisely, he's trying to suggest, and to give up and ask. She looks from landens to catman and raises her eyebrows.]
What?