Re: Eddie's House: May / Eddie
His theatrical balk only earned a raised eyebrow from her and a flat expression. It took some real searching to find just that hint of humor in her eyes. She waved off his 'outrage' and closed the remaining distance to the house, setting her basket down carefully on the far edge of the first step up to the porch.
"No coffee." The offer of tea though, especially tea she'd 'never had before' (doubtful) made her pause when she straightened again from setting down the basket. "Tea." Simple, direct, said with a nod.
She turned her back to him then, setting herself down on the step where her basket resided, and held her palm out toward Matilda. Eddie's babble got a quirk of her head, like her ear was listening hard for something very far away, and she glanced over her shoulder just enough to catch him in her peripheral vision. "Hm." Mental note: something to help him with sleep and dreams. She didn't have to do it - didn't have to give him anything, really - but fewer and fewer people came to her with each passing year, and for all of his city-mechanical quickness, she thought that maybe he was a kindred sort of soul.
His outburst received a fuller turn, even as she finally got a snuffle to her palm from Matilda. She looked up (and up, with the height difference from her step) at him as she buried fingers under the dog's collar, giving her a scratch. And she simply waited for the run of words to pass before she let out a little exhale, just audible, that was a laugh at the Fish Club. The laugh barely changed her expression at all, and she shook her head as she returned her attention to the dog. She appeared to, at least, quiet at his question. A moment passed before she answered. "I've heard."