Thomas Hobbes
First Post
Pbartender said:Having miraculously drunk his own volume in ardent spirits, Jack turns to his noble companion, "Beggin' your pardon, Miss Fant, but I've got a right full purse just itchin' to be emptied, and the quality of my attire no longer suits my fancy, if'n you know what I mean.*hiccough* And I'm thinkin' you do." He certainly does cut a particularly bedraggled appearance, at the moment. "I would be mightily honored, ma'am, if'n you would oblige to accompany me and give your most earnest-like opinions of proper styles of the day."
Fant raises an eyebrow. This has truly been a strange day- between the unexpected advances and the request for fashion advice, Fant begins to recall that old fairy story. What did it say, about six impossible things before breakfast?
"This is unexpected," she says bluntly. "And in the spirit of honesty I must tell you that I wouldn't know current fashions from a hole in the ground, and I care for them about as much." Fant is more from the engage fellow nobles in bloody wars for honor and territorial gain tradition than the dances and state dinners one.
"But I have some small measure of knowledge about such things, if you truly wish me to share it. Besides, I have some purchases of my own I wish to carry out." Fant indicates with a small movement of her head the group around Coom, and adds with a trace of irony "Besides, all of my admirerers and retainers have abandoned me for someone else's court. I believe custom calls for angst, poetry, and shopping."