The pleasure of your company

[missthewoman]

Who: Irene and Sherlock (closed)
missthewoman and whatsolarsystem
What: As arranged here, taking a snooping leisurely stroll of the Sif.
When: Backdated April 27, morning
Where: The Sif
Warnings: Horrible small-talk?

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[whatsolarsystem]

Sherlock wasn't sure if he should be looking forward to this little stroll or not. It wasn't due to his company, however; he had grown what seemed to be a reliable tolerance to Irene's presence. His hesitation came with the thought of being utterly disappointed in seeing that the Sif was really not all that different from the Thor.

Upon viewing the interior of the Sif for the first time, it seemed that disappointment was indeed on the horizon. It looked all too similar to the Thor, and he wasn't sure if this was truly worth his time.

He told himself that perhaps he'd see an interesting face or two, but he had already been hounded by the image of his brother over the guide. If anything, that was more reason to stay away from the Sif. (Though it might have been futile. One couldn't ever truly escape omniscience.)

Hearing Irene speak to him, he gave the woman a quick glance, then returned to looking about the Sif.

"It looks all too much like the Thor. I'd like to find something substantially different."

[missthewoman]

"Substantially different," she repeated softly, taking out her Guide. Scanning over its entry for the S. S. Sif, she related her findings*.

"The specialties here are their collections of fine art, exotic species, and race tracks. Which is to say, galleries, zoos, or gambling." She lifted her eyebrow quizzically. Would he be interested in any of those?
(She would prefer the gallery herself, but then, she had a reason for that. Namely, finding out the relative value of some little items she'd acquired on the Sigrun.)

"Other than that," she added with a wink, "we could find our own way into something different. It is easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission."

[whatsolarsystem]

Galleries, zoos, and gambling. What a veritable mundane way of spending the day, but it was different, at least. When the novelty wore off, it would no longer provide any interest for Sherlock; thankfully, they had only just started this little tour of theirs.

"Let's start with what's conveniently listed for us on the guide," he said, lifting a brow at her. "Then we'll work on our silver tongues when it comes to... begging for forgiveness."

[missthewoman]

Confronted with his raised brow, she smiled serenely. Ah, such a sense of adventure he had. Finding their way into some forbidden area would have been entirely different, but she was happy enough to go along with convenience.

"Galleries first then," she said, and spotting a map she went over to consult it. As she did so she continued, "and should it come to that, I'm certain that your tongue will be quite sterling." With a beat of reflection she added, "runs in the family, no doubt."

[whatsolarsystem]

Runs in the family. An interesting choice of words. He followed her, languidly behind, as she went to consult the map.

"So you've spoke to my brother," he said. It wasn't a question.