Four more days...
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Four more days...
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Martha gave up on the search for the fresh Beast for the moment and decided to talk to the man at the bar splashing his money about.
Limping over to Harry (@mourge40k ), she smiled a wide eyed and cheerful smile and scouted out his cane, trying to test if he needed it for reasons of ambulation, or if it was merely decoration. "Good evening, sir!" she chirps happily as she approaches the bar. Festive red bows bobbing as she hobbled and skipped over to join him. "I hope the evening is treating you well!" she asks, full of genuine interest.
Harry nodded at Martha, smiling. "Well thank you very, very much, miss! The evening is treating me just fine so far." He considered her for a moment, raising an eybrow before speaking again. "I certainly hope you don't mind me asking, but what brings someone like you here? No offense intended, but you don't exactly look like the sort who would frequent this sort of place."
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Martha giggles, clearly fascinated by this. "I don't? Oh...I wonder then, sir, what sort of person do I seem like?" she doesn't seem to be courting flattery, rather her query is wide eyed and amused in tone and genuine.
Harry chuckled. "In all honesty, you look like you should be off in some refined tea-house, having a nice cup." He stuck out his hand for her to shake. "Harry Butcher. And you are?"
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A happy smile. A dainty hand meets Harry's, accepting his greeting with a cheerful innocence and curtsey. "A joy to meet you, Mr Butcher! Season's greetings! My name is Martha, Miss Martha Villiers." another smile to join the curtsey. "I confess I do enjoy a cup of tea. Don't you, sir?" a happy smile. If she's deliberate in playing up the stereotype of the English, she's doing it without apparent irony. "Might I please purchase you another drink, sir? As a way of saying hello and wishing you a fine festive season?" wide eyed.
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