I couldn't say. All the women that I know love them. The redder, the better.
[Maybe a double-innuendo for another time and place. The way that she smiled and played along with the conversation reminded him so strongly of the Romanoff that he knew, though she almost seemed... more aged for it. He had no idea why that would be, but it stood to reason that no two Romanoffs were the same. She was good, and he knew that he had to be very careful around her.
He also suspected that any dinner wouldn't come with alcohol for either of them. Or if it did, they would milk the hell out of a single glass and keep all of their capacities. She was not someone he wanted to shoot his mouth off to, and he figured that she was too careful to do the same with a stranger. That she didn't recognize him was a bit odd, but maybe he didn't exist in her world?
He made no effort to stare too much at how she worked. She took to it like a soldier, like someone who had seen hard times and saw themselves through it. True Russian spirit old man Pierce would call it. She didn't shirk, didn't try to pretend to be frail or too feminine. She got to it and that was that.
He watched their ghost friend pacing eagerly, blabbering about the glory and honour of being set with the rest of his family. He tuned it out and looked up at the night sky instead, legs still dangling into their hole.]
No need. If they do, you can just dig with your feet.
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[Maybe a double-innuendo for another time and place. The way that she smiled and played along with the conversation reminded him so strongly of the Romanoff that he knew, though she almost seemed... more aged for it. He had no idea why that would be, but it stood to reason that no two Romanoffs were the same. She was good, and he knew that he had to be very careful around her.
He also suspected that any dinner wouldn't come with alcohol for either of them. Or if it did, they would milk the hell out of a single glass and keep all of their capacities. She was not someone he wanted to shoot his mouth off to, and he figured that she was too careful to do the same with a stranger. That she didn't recognize him was a bit odd, but maybe he didn't exist in her world?
He made no effort to stare too much at how she worked. She took to it like a soldier, like someone who had seen hard times and saw themselves through it. True Russian spirit old man Pierce would call it. She didn't shirk, didn't try to pretend to be frail or too feminine. She got to it and that was that.
He watched their ghost friend pacing eagerly, blabbering about the glory and honour of being set with the rest of his family. He tuned it out and looked up at the night sky instead, legs still dangling into their hole.]
No need. If they do, you can just dig with your feet.