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scoresby is the name. (leescoresby) wrote in silverage,

Oh dear. Lee's suspicions were right.

At this point, he knew that there was no sense of being gentle any longer, as well as on keeping things secret (although he never meant to in the first place). But to say it right here, with little breathing room, was not a very thoughtful gesture to him. "It's probably because you've come from a future time, Ms. Lily," Lee said to her simply before he gestured for her to follow him. "Right this way, I'll tell you all about it over a cup of coffee."

Actually, Lee wasn't really allowed much coffee these days with thanks to his age. Once a day was already fine, twice might be pushing it. These were the things he thought about as he extricated them from the crowd and led them towards that shop he had been talking about perhaps about seven to eight blocks away from where they'd met. It wasn't a very nice place to begin with. It was plain, a little small, and it was easy to tell that if the sun began to set, it would look dark and unappealing. But it was not without its own good things: polished tables, painted chairs, picture frames on spotless walls and more importantly, it was scented with the warm aroma of cappuccino.

Lee made sure Lily had made herself comfortable before he sat himself before her. One more good thing about the shop was that they were alone as people often preferred the more expensive and the more glamorous shops in town. When the waiter served them their menus, Hester used his reaching arm as camouflage as she hopped out of Lee's pocket and descended down to his lap.

He browsed his choices for a good minute as he stitched and rearranged words in his mind. To tell Lily that she was about two decades back bluntly was probably not going to do it well and yet she didn't look like she appreciated being spun around in a loop of an answer, either. Lee had to admit, he was not very good with this. Still, he had a responsibility to her as a local, and that was why he put down his menu when he had made his decision. He won't doubt it if it wasn't the best one, though.

"Ms. Lily, there are good and bad things I can tell ya right now," he began. "But I'll tell you the bad thing first," not that it was bad for him. "Ms. Lily, the year today is 1964."