That's all I get to work with. Though my experience with fairies are from bad cartoons and books. I thought they'd all be female and old and jolly if good and sexy and sleek if evil.
[She eyes that pitcher as if it was full of acid.]
[ He shrugs nonchalantly, as if it doesn't matter to him one way or the other. ]
My mistake.
[ He does not ask why she did not refuse the match, if it seems to have upset her so. Either she had and her father had convinced her otherwise, or she hadn't, in which case it was hardly his place to inform her.
His own feelings with regards to his upcoming nuptials remained a secret. ]
[ Well, he could probably find a way if needs be but would doubtlessly manage to offend her in the process. He would rather avoid that for as long as possible. ]
I suspect it has something to do with what I am. The way that I [ He spreads his fingers. ] experience things.
I've open ears. I'll let you speak to me if I'm stupid this one and only time because I'm a touch thick with new things. If I don't get it the first time, we're going to have problems.
And you are a fae but what particular type? You've got a different arrangement of taste buds? I mean birds can't taste spicy so they eat the hotter herbs and they're mainly the ones who pollinate with that plant.
Well, that's certainly charitable of you. [ This said without the slightest hint of irony. ]
I'm not strictly speaking corporeal -- well, not entirely. It tends to play havoc on certain senses, taste being one of them. But then I have little use for taste beyond enjoyment.
Well, the whole thing about taste is LIKING it. It's natural to like stuff that's sweet but in our world we over process it and refine it and -
Wait, if I'm a human ... ish ... thing and you're a fae? And this? [Holds up the drink and takes another sip.] This is bitter to you when I've lived my whole life on foods that are nothing but taste nuclear bombs? You must have... skewed tastes.
I bet sugar highs are fun for you. [She pokes the not quite entirely corporeal creature.]
[ He shrugs, very much an 'it is what it is' sort of gesture. ]
I'd happily argue the origin of the species with you, but I fear I'm under-qualified. [ He raises an eyebrow at the poking finger, amused or indignant - perhaps a little of both. ] Oh, they're an absolute scream.
So you lack basic education on what you all are? Well. This is a match made in heaven, isn't it?
[Poke,poke,poke. The drink is apparently doing wonders.]
Do you .. drop fairy dust on little old ladies while cackling? Do you steal tools and make it into a leaning tower of junk? I mean, if we're gonna get married -[If she doesn't run away. Because that option is looking so nice.] - I should know things.
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[ There is a pitcher of something sweet-smelling that he pours out into two glasses. Holds one out to her. ]
For the nerves.
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[She eyes that pitcher as if it was full of acid.]
Sip from both glasses.
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Nothing happens -- or if it does it doesn't register. He's not human, after all. ]
A little too bitter, if you ask me, but then one takes what one can get.
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[She swallows a little of it. It's... perfectly sweet. She almost spits it out because she was expecting cough medicine like taste.]
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My mistake.
[ He does not ask why she did not refuse the match, if it seems to have upset her so. Either she had and her father had convinced her otherwise, or she hadn't, in which case it was hardly his place to inform her.
His own feelings with regards to his upcoming nuptials remained a secret. ]
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[She's not quite under the impression she should or can. And rather she doesn't know the other creature she's dealing with. It's frustrating.
She drinks even more of the concoction.]
If this is bitter, what do you consider sweet?
I mean, you'll answer that question, right?
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What do you mean?
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This is really, really, really sweet to me. And you don't like answering questions I have. I think this one might be simple for you to answer.
Or does sour make you shrivel up like the Wicked Witch of the West?
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[ Well, he could probably find a way if needs be but would doubtlessly manage to offend her in the process. He would rather avoid that for as long as possible. ]
I suspect it has something to do with what I am. The way that I [ He spreads his fingers. ] experience things.
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And you are a fae but what particular type? You've got a different arrangement of taste buds? I mean birds can't taste spicy so they eat the hotter herbs and they're mainly the ones who pollinate with that plant.
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I'm not strictly speaking corporeal -- well, not entirely. It tends to play havoc on certain senses, taste being one of them. But then I have little use for taste beyond enjoyment.
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Well, the whole thing about taste is LIKING it. It's natural to like stuff that's sweet but in our world we over process it and refine it and -
Wait, if I'm a human ... ish ... thing and you're a fae? And this? [Holds up the drink and takes another sip.] This is bitter to you when I've lived my whole life on foods that are nothing but taste nuclear bombs? You must have... skewed tastes.
I bet sugar highs are fun for you. [She pokes the not quite entirely corporeal creature.]
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I'd happily argue the origin of the species with you, but I fear I'm under-qualified. [ He raises an eyebrow at the poking finger, amused or indignant - perhaps a little of both. ] Oh, they're an absolute scream.
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[Poke,poke,poke. The drink is apparently doing wonders.]
Do you .. drop fairy dust on little old ladies while cackling? Do you steal tools and make it into a leaning tower of junk? I mean, if we're gonna get married -[If she doesn't run away. Because that option is looking so nice.] - I should know things.
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I'm a collector, of sorts. A fixer.
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