[He allows the basket to hang at the crook of his arm, as though he were carrying around loaves of freshly baked bread and not jars clinking with live spiders.
A glance down at her hand, then back up to her face. Again, a brow rises, and Henry urges some of his usual politeness back to his features, covering the sincerity of his previous curiosities. It is by no means strained, though, given how much practice he has.]
If I named one "Wanda", wouldn't that be a compliment?
[But he reaches out with his hand and completes the shake.]
My name's Henry. We've been overdue for a proper introduction.
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A glance down at her hand, then back up to her face. Again, a brow rises, and Henry urges some of his usual politeness back to his features, covering the sincerity of his previous curiosities. It is by no means strained, though, given how much practice he has.]
If I named one "Wanda", wouldn't that be a compliment?
[But he reaches out with his hand and completes the shake.]
My name's Henry. We've been overdue for a proper introduction.