Re: log: jude/louis
Louis was still on de Quincey's ode to addiction. It was a flowery copy, late 19th century, white and sky blue with battered gilt embellishments. It was only worth maybe twenty dollars, so he didn't feel guilty settling in with it.
"Having a serious disagreement," Louis said. "Because I do love my coffee as much as my tea. In the morning, particularly. And it wouldn't be so useless either way, would it? You'd still have two coffees for yourself, and my sparkling company." He smiled.
"I did notice his eye for the paints." Oliver had looked at Sonrisa's supplies like a boy stumbling across a hidden treasure trove. While he'd found Oliver difficult to read (again, very young, and he barely had any idea what people his age cared about these days) there had been question how he felt about being around all those oils. "Well, even when he does come back here, I'm sure Sam will make sure he's well-supplied. We're the sort of family that makes sure the people who help us are well taken care of."
He chuckled when Jude mentioned the Cat. "I don't think I fit in well there," he said, with a small smile. "I went with a friend a bit ago, but I stick out a little in a country-based establishment."