Re: Mayflowers: Max and Solas
He sounded proper. That was Max's next thought. Like some cultured guy who dressed up like a... no, she still had no clue. McKendrick would, and she lamented that her not-boyfriend wasn't around to lecture her on the pop culture point that the costume originated from. McKendrick always acted like her not know what was going in fiction was on the same level as not knowing who the president of the United States was. His outrage entertained.
"We're glad you stepped in." There was a smile in her voice, but it wasn't an actual lie. The shop did very well for itself, and that was mainly location. She couldn't afford to turn away eggs with pointy ears, even if they were wearing dresses; the other eggs might find out, and it would tank business.
But then he said he was lost, and her brown gaze narrowed slightly.
His ears twitched.
Did prosthetic ears twitch?
"You're lost," she clarified, though she'd heard him perfectly. "Where are you lost from?"