Rose's grin wins its battle and cements firmly into place. He is exactly the kind of wizard she always liked to imagine, old and wordy and well-bearded. He is only lacking the robes, and she might offer to swap if not for the cameras and the fact that she's 13 and not suited for his proportions.
Her giggling dies out shortly, though, leaving a calmer mirth in its place.
"Swap naturally for usually, then, if you'd rather linguistic accuracy in my statements."
She rises back up to her feet, one hand patting dust from the knees area while the other keeps the needles firmly clutched. Then she grabs up the yarn and tucks it into one of the wide, dangling sleeves.
"You see," she says, looking back up, "while I can certainly understand your desire, being a knitter myself, I think I have a greater need for these than just passing the time. The knitting needles, that is; I'll happily return the yarn. In fact, I could show why I might need them if you'd like me to bring you the yarn now."
Of course she could just tell him, but this way is more fun.
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Her giggling dies out shortly, though, leaving a calmer mirth in its place.
"Swap naturally for usually, then, if you'd rather linguistic accuracy in my statements."
She rises back up to her feet, one hand patting dust from the knees area while the other keeps the needles firmly clutched. Then she grabs up the yarn and tucks it into one of the wide, dangling sleeves.
"You see," she says, looking back up, "while I can certainly understand your desire, being a knitter myself, I think I have a greater need for these than just passing the time. The knitting needles, that is; I'll happily return the yarn. In fact, I could show why I might need them if you'd like me to bring you the yarn now."
Of course she could just tell him, but this way is more fun.