Millicent Bulstrode (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} reinventingmils) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"I didn't know that," she said after another sip of wine. The press of people made her feel a bit warm, and her Riesling was still cool -- though she'd have to pace herself, since she'd only eaten lightly since arriving. "About her husband, I mean." It didn't surprise her: Blaise kept much about his home-life away from curious eyes. But it was still intriguing. "I may have to go shopping, considering its clientèle," she mused. "I won't be able to wear my dress robes, after all."
"Did you have an idea of when you'd like to go?" Millicent stepped out of the way of a couple heading for the bar, and turned back to Blaise again. "Are you going away for work this weekend?"