Re: Log, Webster's Vinyl: Daniel W & Newt P
By contrast, Daniel couldn't derive a damn thing from Newt's attire. He wore the same coat, which didn't surprise Daniel, as even at his most wealthy he had only a handful of the things (in similar make, one decade or so behind). He was aware by now that wizards, by policy, wore a slightly eclectic attire by modern American perspective, in that Newt did not seem the sort to put on jeans or a t-shirt. (No one had yet explained to Daniel what the "t" stood for. He was afraid to ask.) What Daniel did like about this modern age was the materials were soft, the threads almost too fine for the eye to see, and Daniel was a fan of soft, luxurious things.
Daniel felt that Newt was such a thing, a sort of cross between a foreign marvel and a rare treat. In several ways, in fact, because the young man was a puzzle. Daniel's acquaintance was widening, and seemed to continually fill with people who were fully capable of exterminating him from existence. That was fairly novel to him. He felt possessive of his puzzles, as if they were creations from his own antique mind, but he appreciated their unpredictable uniqueness.
The stove, a somewhat older thing of gas and not electric, snapped and popped as Daniel carefully worked the knobs. It took all of his concentration, and when he took his eyes away from it, it was to find more buttons being unwound. "Will you stop doing that," he said, irritably. "It is most distracting, and I am trying to have a proper conversation with you."