( his smile falters — just a tad — and his mind draws a blank. what's there to do in this town of — wherever the hell this is? from the dress of the crowd around them (plaid, khaki, and wool), he supposes they could head down to the local tackle shop and discuss the latest in hooks and sinkers. or, from the age of the crowd around them (triassic, jurassic, and cretaceous), he supposes they could head down to the local eatery for some milk toast.
he'll just defer to her judgement and hope that, wherever it is, she's paying. his smile returns to its previous wattage. ) Lady's choice.
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he'll just defer to her judgement and hope that, wherever it is, she's paying. his smile returns to its previous wattage. ) Lady's choice.
( and who said chivalry is dead? )