Re: At the tables: Cat and Graves
"Margot was difficult to please. It's true," Cat agreed, and she paired the dramatic comment with a roll of eyes in Margot's general and troublesome direction. "I wish you luck, you know, should decide to go in that direction."
She looked deliberately affronted, and then she leaned back again, the mock-affrontedness turning into a smirky little grin on narrow and boyish lips. "You weren't following my lead. Don't come here with that," she told him, and she took another suck on the mod, and then she pocketed it again. "No one needs to prepare for storytime. Life is storytime, and you just regurgitate, darling," she said, high enough to fall easily back into old language habits.
She turned around around, torso twisted in a way that only youth could manage, and then she looked back at him. "Let me guess. You're alone? I'm not," she said, as if there was claim in the saying.