"I like it," Vanya says gently with a friendly, dry smile. "It suits you."
Does she want the tour? Hell yes, but she is wary of showing too much enthusiasm about such a thing. They've talked a lot about family and duty and identity. Also, she would never want Sam to think he is a curiosity to her. Whether he knows it or not, Sam's been an integral part of her (slow-going) acclimation to this new world -- this pocket dimension, by Five's estimate. If it weren't for Sam, she may have been in Darrow jail before she'd been here even 6 months.
Which reminds her--
"Oh, I got you something," she says. She drags her bag to her front by the strap across her chest. "A wedding present." A small, black box is produced from the bag, she hands it to Sam. Inside is a pair of silver cufflinks, clean and simple.
"I got them at the magic shop -- uh, one of the magic shops." She corrects. "The person at the counter said they're imbued with a powerful protection spell. Actually, I got it for you before you and Lizbeth made it official." A new sort of wry smile curves her lips, kind as always, but with a more comfortably air of familiarity. "I don't know why I thought you were the ceremony-type, but I figured, the next time you're... hesitating, it'll keep you safe. In a place that requires you wear a suit." It very clearly strikes her how dumb this is. She laughs uncomfortably, hands dropping to her sides in light-hearted self-deprecation.
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Does she want the tour? Hell yes, but she is wary of showing too much enthusiasm about such a thing. They've talked a lot about family and duty and identity. Also, she would never want Sam to think he is a curiosity to her. Whether he knows it or not, Sam's been an integral part of her (slow-going) acclimation to this new world -- this pocket dimension, by Five's estimate. If it weren't for Sam, she may have been in Darrow jail before she'd been here even 6 months.
Which reminds her--
"Oh, I got you something," she says. She drags her bag to her front by the strap across her chest. "A wedding present." A small, black box is produced from the bag, she hands it to Sam. Inside is a pair of silver cufflinks, clean and simple.
"I got them at the magic shop -- uh, one of the magic shops." She corrects. "The person at the counter said they're imbued with a powerful protection spell. Actually, I got it for you before you and Lizbeth made it official." A new sort of wry smile curves her lips, kind as always, but with a more comfortably air of familiarity. "I don't know why I thought you were the ceremony-type, but I figured, the next time you're... hesitating, it'll keep you safe. In a place that requires you wear a suit." It very clearly strikes her how dumb this is. She laughs uncomfortably, hands dropping to her sides in light-hearted self-deprecation.
"Anyway, congratulations. And thanks."