Re: [Outside Secondhand Books & Cafe: Misha & Sadie]
"No sir, not so much as a drop." She replied quickly to the notion of her jitters. Sadie was nervous just about everywhere else, but not when she was performing. "It'd be a real pleasure to come up and play a few numbers with you." Proper and right praise it was too. "How's your jig?" She asked as an aside, but before the conversation drifted too far. She thought about asking about the bulesque show even, but decided t'was best just to see things on her own at this point. He'd laid out enough, she didn't need to go chewing his ear about it now.
She smiled when he took her thanks, nodding somberly a bit at the rest though. "Tis a real shame that, think it would get a bit borin', thinking about oneself all the time, but there we have it." She returned his softness. "But that's what playin's for, s'abit like findin' a real nice fire at the end of a long day. Or that's what I always hope for anyway. Just give folks somethin' nice, even if the reward's just they take it with 'em."
She felt pretty good about this, being the longest conversation she'd had sin quite some time. At least since the desert, or perhaps the Faire she'd stumbled upon before her car was dead. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside and it was a feeling that only grew when he praised her Grandma like that. If one wanted to find the fast-track to Sadie's good side, well, that was it plain as day. It would even prompt a faint. "Aye, that she was." Down a bit at the table before she looked back up with a fondness all anew.
"Will not." She countered cleanly. "Nothin' to be sorry for on account of liking to do good on account of good bein' done for me. Keeps things nice and even, less bumps that way." She smirked, an actual, honest to goodness, not-so-jumpy, smirk. "But thems fair terms I think, might have to pay it out a couple of times, you know, jus' to be sure it's done righ'n'all." It was probably the most Sadie she'd been in a year or more and it...it felt really nice was what. It was a thought she just couldn't seem to shake and something that made her wonder about just what kind of place she'd wandered into -- aside from one with a Carnival where nice men gave you twneties.
"Would that be alright? 'Cause that'd be awful nice, yes please." Sweet manners and all. "And if there's a snack you suggest, I wouldn't say no. So long as it's no trouble." She rationalized it as the insight she would get from what he chose was of value to her. Such was, prior to now where she was considering perhaps a temporary hiatus to her travels, the only real currency of interaction she had outside of playing. Every bit and piece of a person was made up of little details, most of which Sadie just imagined. It was nice, the chance to get to see them firsthand again.
"You can add it to my bill." She offered in return, a nod to their previous dialogue. "And perhaps a story about New York when you return, provided they're not of the uncomfortable variety?" Because she did so like to hear stories.