Ami has (reluctantly) left her books behind in order to obtain a cup of tea; as she passes, the sketching fellow with the curious meat pie catches her attention.
Will is now doing better after food, drink and painkillers and agreeing to help teach Wells about archery and talking with Henry and is always fascinated by people who can actually draw. So he wanders over and tries to peer discretely, he looks a bit worn out but not too hungover and says,
"What do ye draw, my lord?"
Also he's hung up his cloak and leaned his staff against a booth so just red head medieval man being polite and curious.
(And it's funny, but for all his modern clothes, he doesn't blink at the form of address. His posture straightens slightly, and his head lifts; he's not aware of it.)
"Whatever I see that seems fit to draw."
He tilts the sketchbook for Will to see. There are a few sketched faces in the corners, and then a central half-done drawing of Mike half-hidden by his piles of pies.
Will's picked up on the sense of presence, and so is holding himself carefully and trying to not look too threadbare, which is tricky since there are some leaves stuck to him from sleeping in the forest and the bruise on his face has almost faded. Though the bump from the booth hasn't faded neither has the hangover.
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... Also. He's got tea of his own.
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Edmund catches sight of the blue-haired girl watching him, and smiles at her with automatic politeness.
After two years at Milliways, blue hair doesn't even faze him.
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Friendly people are nice.
"Good evening," she says with a slight wave.
She considers asking him where he got his tea.
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"I'm Edmund," he offers a moment later. "Pevensie."
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"What do ye draw, my lord?"
Also he's hung up his cloak and leaned his staff against a booth so just red head medieval man being polite and curious.
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(And it's funny, but for all his modern clothes, he doesn't blink at the form of address. His posture straightens slightly, and his head lifts; he's not aware of it.)
"Whatever I see that seems fit to draw."
He tilts the sketchbook for Will to see. There are a few sketched faces in the corners, and then a central half-done drawing of Mike half-hidden by his piles of pies.
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Will's picked up on the sense of presence, and so is holding himself carefully and trying to not look too threadbare, which is tricky since there are some leaves stuck to him from sleeping in the forest and the bruise on his face has almost faded. Though the bump from the booth hasn't faded neither has the hangover.
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The leaves don't bother him. The bruise he notes, and the dark smudges under the man's eyes, but he doesn't comment.
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