Re: Main Dining Room
The girl jumped, a little startled by the voice. She had been so into her drink that she didn't see him approach him. "Oh!" She smiled a little embarrassed. Her cheeks began to flood with color. "Oh, that's very kind of you, sir." Her voice was a little small, but she cleared her throat soon after. There was a slight hesitation between that sentence and the next. She was debating on whether to have him drink it, even if she did stick her finger in it, or to let him be.
The cloak moved backwards marginally as she looked up at him. Her embarrassed smile transformed into a warm one. "If you would." She raised the little glass to him, just to check. "I would be much obliged." Beneath the obscuring shadow of the hood, she raised both of her brows. She might have looked like bait, and she may have well been. The more she thought about it, the costume did call for people to envision her a certain way. It was probably the white knee socks or the black mary janes. She was going to see if it worked to her advantage. It also wouldn't hurt to know what the brains were made out of.