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Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in makebelievelog,

There was certainly a fine line between Helena not wanting to talk about things and her burying the feelings deep within herself. She was trying not to bury them inside her as that was part of the reason she'd followed the path of murder and destruction that nearly resulted in her destroying the world. But even as pressing as James' death was weighing on her, now was not the time to talk about such things. It was not a subject for public discussion, and besides, this was supposed to be an exciting outing. Well, once Helena could pick a ring out.

Helena caught that devious glint and a slight pang of worry ran through her. One should always be on guard in such cases. The place Claudia had taken her too was, well, slightly horrifying. Clearly this was an American thing because it certainly wasn't English. Clearly Claudia wanted to see how she would respond in such a situation. Of course, Helena thought that was a positively barbaric means of eating.

"Is this meant to be some subtle hint that you are more connected to your primal ancestors than you lead us to believe?" Because why not tease Claudia about it? There was a bit of a smirk on her face as she was seeing a connection to a time when primal man ate such food only in a more raw state at times. But of course, Helena was still inwardly horrified because really, how was one supposed to eat that?

"We can certainly stop at a shoe or craft store should your shoes feel the need to give up the ghost upon heading to the next stop."