Molly flicked a quick glance at him over her tea cup. Next time and a proper meal, was it? You don't grow up looking like she does without having heard a fair share of dinner proposals.
On the one hand - why not? He was certainly kind, attractive, and engaging, along with the added benefit of being the only person she knew here. It was on the tip of her tongue to accept, but caution checked her as well. He was also from a time hundreds of years before hers, and that time probably had its own rules about the dance of male/female relations, and while she had instinctively trusted him, she didn't know his rules, didn't know what her dress and manner and way of speaking to him would have already implied. She'd gotten in far too much trouble dabbling with matters when she didn't know the rules before, she's not eager to repeat that.
Molly lowered the tea cup back down and ripped the other forth of muffin in the same manner. "A proper meal with company sounds nice. I never did like eating by myself."
...that hadn't been what she'd meant to say, having intended a more vague 'We'll see.' But he didn't deserve vagueness or games and - she wasn't exactly up on her Napoleonic Era manners, but maybe it was just someone wanting to keep her company. She had a feeling, anyway, that it would be exactly what she wanted to make it. Molly nods to herself, satisfied, and pops another eighth of the muffin in her mouth.
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On the one hand - why not? He was certainly kind, attractive, and engaging, along with the added benefit of being the only person she knew here. It was on the tip of her tongue to accept, but caution checked her as well. He was also from a time hundreds of years before hers, and that time probably had its own rules about the dance of male/female relations, and while she had instinctively trusted him, she didn't know his rules, didn't know what her dress and manner and way of speaking to him would have already implied. She'd gotten in far too much trouble dabbling with matters when she didn't know the rules before, she's not eager to repeat that.
Molly lowered the tea cup back down and ripped the other forth of muffin in the same manner. "A proper meal with company sounds nice. I never did like eating by myself."
...that hadn't been what she'd meant to say, having intended a more vague 'We'll see.' But he didn't deserve vagueness or games and - she wasn't exactly up on her Napoleonic Era manners, but maybe it was just someone wanting to keep her company. She had a feeling, anyway, that it would be exactly what she wanted to make it. Molly nods to herself, satisfied, and pops another eighth of the muffin in her mouth.