[The young woman with dark eyes across the table quirks her soft mouth into a smile, one that manages to be both impressed and slightly teasing. She looks perhaps too proper to be set down waiting for someone to join her at cards, in her long, full grey skirts and puffy sleeved white blouse closed at its high lace throat with an ivory cameo, shoulders draped in a delicate shawl, and she only reinforces that when she speaks up:]
I'm glad one of us is. I was just looking at the art on the cards.
[They're not the most beautiful cards ever printed, but the intricacies of their blue backs and the angular cast of the face cards was interesting enough.
She doesn't seem to take much notice of his eyes.]
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I'm glad one of us is. I was just looking at the art on the cards.
[They're not the most beautiful cards ever printed, but the intricacies of their blue backs and the angular cast of the face cards was interesting enough.
She doesn't seem to take much notice of his eyes.]
Do you know how to play, then?