Re: Mayflowers: Max and Solas
She expected something more emotional outburst than a simple claim that he detested tea. She detested tea; her mother loved it, and that was all it took for Max to dislike it. She decided McKendrick was wrong, and that made her smile.
His name didn't sound like a teenage girl had dreamed it up; she wasn't sure if that disappointed her or not. But she nodded when he asked about the paper. "Money. Currency. In case you decide you want to come back." She assumed he would go find his tree door soon. Maybe it was just pop culture, but she was sure he should be dying without foliage around or something.
They didn't even make it to the door before McKendrick walked in. She looked at his pants first, because she was absolutely positive those were pajamas, and her smile was a thing that was on the brink of laughter. The shirt was something she'd never seen, and she reached forward and grabbed the tag that peeked out from beneath the layered sleeve.
"Solas, this is McKendrick- Dylan. Apparently he delivers phones." A phone which she grabbed and turned on, to see if it had a provider to go along with it, or if she was going to need to call so she could download this elf some decent Country before sending him home. "He's an expert in your race." There she did laugh.
"Cute pjs, McKendrick," as she picked up the landline to get Solas some service on the phone.