Re: Quicklog: Sadie and Misha
"Ha!" She couldn't bite the way she exclaimed at the question. "Me Da'? Oh no. Not the least bit." It was a thing she hadn't spoke on in ages but, sure enough, with Misha the words they just fell right out. "Used to be a right lovely dancer though." She remembered, when she was the first and only, how different things had been. Thinking on it some was yet another thing what could have been a shadow, if Sadie would have let it. As it was, she'd just carry on with the bit of the story.
"But what I mean to say was tha' he used eat his food so spicy. Like, dun'ae get me wrong, I like a good curry what can make me sweat, but this was somethin' else all its own. Could stripped rust off a camp griddle, mosta his food. Made a real mean bowl of collards though, least, he did when I was finally old enough to eat 'em without maybe dyin'. Real proud day that one." She...she felt real good just then too. It'd been a real long time since she'd thought about him like that. 'Course with that came...well.
Well she was glad there was distraction, even if she did have to blink herself back to the conversation.
"I like board games plenty!" Which, that excitement was every kind of real. "But. Well. Hm. I kinda have a way of thinkin' that says yer onto somethin' there. Could find a nice bit of a dress, bring the fiddle, play something appropriate like if it comes to that?" She shrugged, a bit helpless. "Most parties I know are folks just eatin' family style around a big fire. We can think on it some t'ween now'n'then?" Because they had time, but she absolutely did want him to know she was enthused about the plan,
Which was also maybe why she gave his fingers a squeeze in return, a gesture she'd shared a million times with her Brothers and Sisters, which was just how it felt now in a way that warmed her all the way through.
"So wha's it like then, if'n ye' don't mind the askin'? You jus', weren't very nice to folks, like you didn't care?" She canted her head curiously at him. "Can't see that as very real like, you not bein' kind." Which wasn't meant to discount his experience at all, Nish had made it clear to Sadie these books felt very much real and believable, but more to compliment his way. She honestly couldn't imagine him as a person who wasn't kind, certainly not with the way he'd treated her at any rate.
"You know." She followed the topics. "If'n you ever felt the inclination to help plan as to still be a part of it, be an honor to work with you it would. Could even pay you some as a consultant like if you want?" Because, really, Sadie didn't have a clue there. She played sold out bonfires and street corners. Getting up on a stage? It sounded fun as fun got, especially to hear Misha tell it, but Sadie would be the first to admit it was a bit bigger than she knew how to handle.
But boy-oh-boy did she turn red when he got to the bit about askin' for a ticket. Real flattered she was by that, that he'd wanna come. "Always, yer gonna be on the list." She beamed at him when her color had shifted something closer to normal and she'd found the last of her tea. "Means a lot to me that does though. That you'd wanna come I mean. Thank you." She even made sure to enunciate that clearly, as it was a big thing to say.
As for food?
"We could or, if yer feelin' brave, I might have the fixin's to bake us a couple of fresh cookies if you'd like?"