Outside Leisure Rooms | Marigold + Will
"Only the last couple of months?" She sipped as he swallowed, knowing that once her beer was empty she'd have to venture back into the fray for another. She wasn't sure she had it in her at the moment, not when the temptation to double back to the doorsteps at which she'd laid her stress-cooking tribute to see if anyone needed seconds. The ghostly itch of a tremor ran through her palms, but she knew if she looked down her hands would be steady. "Your throat gives up easy. Better put some training hours into that."
Sstretched a finger between the pages of her book and let the covers collapse together around it. She looked at him with an expression of extreme skepticism. "Oh, come on. How old can you be under all that?" She gestured at his scruffy jaw. "I bet if you shaved you'd look about fifteen." Sure, the Regiment could age a person in fairly short order, but between the joint and the big baby blues, it was hard to nail down his exact age. Or which McCall sibling he was. How many McCall males had Cricket listed over the years? She would have felt more of a bad friend for not remembering had there not been so many of them. "Load up on water and anti-inflammatories before bed, you'll be fine."