Quicklog: Sadie and Misha
"When I get tha' sun tea done for you, I'll see what can be dun about gettin' you a proper try, yeah?" Because why not set up a chance to do this again, seeing how nice it was. "Or I could just bring it when I come roun' to see you and Damian too."
Which, really...
Well, see, now this was just...something else was what.
Maybe it wasn't as big as it felt, but it sure did feel real big and bright like when Misha invited her around for dinner. Sit down dinners with folks, blood-kin or otherwise, were a big deal in the Marella house. Poor as they mighta been, begrudging as her Da could be about it sometimes, it was the one place her Ma'ma never bent. 'Couse, Sadie had seen why that first summer she'd gone spend with her Gram, where washin' for supper was a downright Holy affair. Either way, it'd left a mark on Sadie that sitting down to break bread with folks was an important thing and an invitation to such was not to be taken lightly.
"Could do. Could bring 'em round too and just leave 'em." Because Sadie always liked to do (arguably more than) her share. She hadn't always, having been once upon a time a very spoiled and selfish sprite, but time had weathered those edges and looking back had made her want to be more than that. It was probably why she overcompensated for it some now, though she didn't see it that way. "But I promise not to go makin' a fuss if you handle it, I'd jus' ask for a turn at the washin' up is all?"
"What kinda foods does Damian like?" Because that was the most important question, skipping past the part about supplies to the real fun of the menu. It didn't hurt that it bought her guts a minute to try and sort out the real flattered feeling she got when she thought she followed the dots regarding the sister. Inviting people around to dinner was one thing, suggesting perhaps there might be some pairing off to be done with the family? Well, right touched was the easy-to-read feeling on her face when it all settled and she took another sip of tea to right her voice before she spoke again.
"Be real nice tha' would. As long as ye' think we'd get on." A strawberry bit was tucked behind her ear. It's crown was hot to the touch and red, but in the nice way, a way Sadie hadn't rightly felt in longer than she cared to recount — the latter being a sentiment she was glad not to linger on for too long.
"O'course. S'what we do, yeah?" She questioned softly. "If e'er you need an ear, you just come knock on the door. Don't even rightly care what time a'day it's at. Or you phone up. I'll find you a proper ringer just for you, so I'll know when it's you even." Because she could absolutely understand blundering ones way through people and relationships. "Promise I'll take you up on it in kind even, since I gots no shortage of the same troubles." Because if Misha was going to be open, then Sadie was going to meet him on an even field.
"That's been my take too." She switched gears again, this time with an easy transition on the tail end of some tea. "That nice Lady I mentioned, she ended up in a book too. Had somethin' of a time to be sure. Me? Not sure how I'd feel, s'pose it depends on which book I ended up in." She paused, tilting her head in thought. "Winnie-The-Pooh might'a be alrigh'..." She added before turning back to the conversation at hand.
"Like busking in the Capital plenty I do; prolly add a day of it a week at least." Because Sadie really did love to busk. It was its own, unique, thing that even playing at the Carnival didn't quite match. "Plus I do luv a bit of gawkin' at history, so double plus reasons to keep goin'. Like the competition though I do, helps me see where I'm in need of tightenin' up, or what I'm doin' that some folks might not be." She shrugged. "Adds a bit to the fun I think, like the way folks clap for a beat, only, well..." She giggled a bit just then. "Okay, so s'not like that'ta'tall, but ye' follow, yeah?"