[ Luckily for him, then, that Fortescue isn't really in the mood for them, either. Normally she thrives on whatever might lighten the mood, jokes or teasing, but at the moment that half-hearted attempt at a joke is the closest thing she can manage. She has a small sip of her drink before she cants her head slightly to the side, thoughtful. ]
Well... no promises.
[ She can't even help herself, at the moment. But she does inch the empty glass toward Booker, an invitation to help himself if he's in the mood. ]
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Well... no promises.
[ She can't even help herself, at the moment. But she does inch the empty glass toward Booker, an invitation to help himself if he's in the mood. ]
What's eating you?