Oh, dear. There is a little crease in Val's brow at the sight of the sling, it seems 'worked out poorly' was an apt if perhaps too subdued a descriptor of whatever happened.
He doesn't draw attention to it. He doesn't know her well enough to ask, he knows damn well he wouldn't say anything to someone he knew just as little.
"I have not often had the luxury of choice, but I grew up on simple black tea. We stirred jam in rather than use sugar." So there's definitely more selection here than he's actually ever had. "You?"
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Oh, dear. There is a little crease in Val's brow at the sight of the sling, it seems 'worked out poorly' was an apt if perhaps too subdued a descriptor of whatever happened.
He doesn't draw attention to it. He doesn't know her well enough to ask, he knows damn well he wouldn't say anything to someone he knew just as little.
"I have not often had the luxury of choice, but I grew up on simple black tea. We stirred jam in rather than use sugar." So there's definitely more selection here than he's actually ever had. "You?"