Letting go of his hand isn't an easy thing. Necessary, of course, so that he can speak with her mother and she can vanish briefly to fetch a vase full of water for the flowers. Eileen's fingers cling just a moment longer than they should before she lets go, moves momentarily to the other room.
For her own part, at least, Argine seems quite pleased with initial impressions. The flowers are accepted with a soft pleased click of her tongue--obviously picked with her daughter in mind, regardless of whom he was offering them to now. There's something reserved, of course, in her expression, never as open and excitable as Eileen often is, but an easily apparent smile on her lips as her fingers move carefully over the flowers.
"You as well. I've heard so much about you, mm?" Years of having served the Suit as Queen are still stuck in her motions, the slightly grand way she gestures to the chair on her left side. "Please sit. Thank you for agreeing to come this evening."
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Date: 2012-10-27 02:26 pm (UTC)For her own part, at least, Argine seems quite pleased with initial impressions. The flowers are accepted with a soft pleased click of her tongue--obviously picked with her daughter in mind, regardless of whom he was offering them to now. There's something reserved, of course, in her expression, never as open and excitable as Eileen often is, but an easily apparent smile on her lips as her fingers move carefully over the flowers.
"You as well. I've heard so much about you, mm?" Years of having served the Suit as Queen are still stuck in her motions, the slightly grand way she gestures to the chair on her left side. "Please sit. Thank you for agreeing to come this evening."