[ Of the gingers in all the coves in the world — of course it's Rosalind. He hadn't expected it to be her, when he heard the voice carrying through the area, though it doesn't seem altogether unlikely in retrospect. The way she substitutes her name is a nice touch. Very like her. ]
If it ain't the madam. [ a warning of his approach when he's still a few feet away, voice echoing across the cavern. if she turns to look, she'll find him smiling, far more dressed than the last time they were here. A touch less jovial, too, but it's hard to top how carefree he'd been when they first arrived. ] Would you believe I was only just whinging about how there aren't any songs with my name in them?
[ He'd told Jessica Jones every song he knew with each of her names in it, settling on Have You Met Miss Jones? as the best of them all. Perhaps he should be more... entrepreneurial like Rosalind and make a song suit him. ]
flona cove (OBVIOUSLY).
If it ain't the madam. [ a warning of his approach when he's still a few feet away, voice echoing across the cavern. if she turns to look, she'll find him smiling, far more dressed than the last time they were here. A touch less jovial, too, but it's hard to top how carefree he'd been when they first arrived. ] Would you believe I was only just whinging about how there aren't any songs with my name in them?
[ He'd told Jessica Jones every song he knew with each of her names in it, settling on Have You Met Miss Jones? as the best of them all. Perhaps he should be more... entrepreneurial like Rosalind and make a song suit him. ]