Her expression doesn't change, not really, but the way she's soaking in the details of the town and the tavern isn't hard to clock. Gideon's taking in everything: the cobblestone outside, the greenery, the vines running up the stones of the buildings they pass. In the tavern, she inhales the colors and decor and the warmth glows of the candlelight.
Gideon follows John to a booth. "Okay," she says, pushing a knuckle against the leather of the booth before she slides into it. "Where's the menu?"
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Gideon follows John to a booth. "Okay," she says, pushing a knuckle against the leather of the booth before she slides into it. "Where's the menu?"