[His recovery is, admittedly, magnificent, and her awkward laughter at the interruption dissipates the moment he remains holding her hand, offering her reassurance with a kiss. It is...surely a gesture of grace, one she's familiar enough receiving from others of nobility, but from him...
Her cheeks and ears remain dusted with a deep blush, and she swears her heart does in fact skip a beat.]
Is there? [She asks it distractedly, looking down at her hand in his, ignoring the second tug at her earring from Platt. After a tick or so, she remembers herself.] Oh! Of course there is.
[She'll remain holding his hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze.]
I will be delighted to have you join me. [A squeak from Platt.] Us.
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Her cheeks and ears remain dusted with a deep blush, and she swears her heart does in fact skip a beat.]
Is there? [She asks it distractedly, looking down at her hand in his, ignoring the second tug at her earring from Platt. After a tick or so, she remembers herself.] Oh! Of course there is.
[She'll remain holding his hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze.]
I will be delighted to have you join me. [A squeak from Platt.] Us.