"I will attend to your gardens, and make the flowers spell out rude words."
"What a relief, in that case, that I'm but a penniless near-pauper," the Fool rejoins; his smile has become a grin without his permission, his touch upon Fitz's arm lingering. (To be sure he doesn't look penniless--but then, he's been liberally spending the stipend given to him by the Bridge on just enough bits of finery to garb himself well. He has always been inclined towards vanity.)
As for the rest, he comes back to himself and recalls where they are, and turns a tired glance towards the art gallery and the society within it. "Yes, there are a few people I should speak to before I slip away for the night." A pause; it sounds a bit like they're arranging some kind of clandestine rendez-vous, and the thought makes him colour some, which the shade hides well. "Shall I meet you back at the Bridge in a few hours?"
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"What a relief, in that case, that I'm but a penniless near-pauper," the Fool rejoins; his smile has become a grin without his permission, his touch upon Fitz's arm lingering. (To be sure he doesn't look penniless--but then, he's been liberally spending the stipend given to him by the Bridge on just enough bits of finery to garb himself well. He has always been inclined towards vanity.)
As for the rest, he comes back to himself and recalls where they are, and turns a tired glance towards the art gallery and the society within it. "Yes, there are a few people I should speak to before I slip away for the night." A pause; it sounds a bit like they're arranging some kind of clandestine rendez-vous, and the thought makes him colour some, which the shade hides well. "Shall I meet you back at the Bridge in a few hours?"