[He's right, actually. She doesn't carry much beyond money, because what's the point? Oh, some days perhaps a notebook and a pen, just to be certain she's recording some interesting data, but beyond that . . . no, nothing at all.
But far be it for her to praise him, insolent, insufferable thing that he is.]
Perhaps.
[She turns back to face the bar, reaching for the bottle to pour herself another glass. She's smiling faintly, less because he's wrong and more because she likes the thought of him being frustrated in not knowing.]
were you ever gomen to begin with
But far be it for her to praise him, insolent, insufferable thing that he is.]
Perhaps.
[She turns back to face the bar, reaching for the bottle to pour herself another glass. She's smiling faintly, less because he's wrong and more because she likes the thought of him being frustrated in not knowing.]
Going to finish off the bottle?