Dennis Finnigan Creevey (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dennisthebrave) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dennis smiled at her genially, although something about her appearance tickled the back of his mind. She looked... Familiar, somehow. Although when Dennis thought about it, he'd probably just gone to school with her or something like that. "I do have a way with words," he replied modestly, bowing forward slightly. "What's brought on such a hunger, if it's not too rude to ask?"
He looked at her for a moment then nodded sympathetically. "I know how that goes, I had to run half my siblings around today," he said with a wry half-smile. For a moment he looked around. "Since we're talking, do you mind if I come sit at your table? I'll butter you up with some chips or something?"