Zacharias Smith (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} unspeakableness) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"Oh is it?" he said with some interest. He didn't know much about her outside of the fact that he'd attended a party last year that her mother had hosted and that she hadn't seemed particularly keen on talking to him prior to the wedding. He supposed it was good it hadn't been his own wedding she'd been less than chatty about prior, which made his lack of knowledge about her and anything she might do or like more acceptable. And it gave him something to talk about, even if he secretly hoped he wouldn't have to constantly lead the conversation. He thought if he had to, he might accidentally end up leading it to a dead end.
"Baking can be a lot of fun," Zacharias said with a smile, happy to see some kind of enthusiastic response. Not that he expected her to not be enthusiastic about something. More like he hoped he wouldn't end up on a forced date with yet another witch who was either overly antagonistic without prompting or severely lacking in any kind of emotion except bland indifference, which he didn't think of as an emotion. "What are some of your favourite things to bake so far," he asked with interest, pausing to take a bite of his first course and looking over at her.