No title available
Show & Tell
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
occasionally subtle
NASA
Phantogram Three
The Bowery Presents
cherry valley forever
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
YOU ARE THE REASON
Game of Thrones Daily
EXPECTATIONS
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Product Placement
No title available
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
No title available
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
noise dept.
★
seen from United States
seen from Peru
seen from Nepal
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Ecuador
seen from Peru
seen from Netherlands
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from Vietnam
seen from Indonesia
seen from Colombia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from South Africa
seen from Brazil
seen from Paraguay
seen from Malaysia
@idkhenry-blog
Oh my goodness! I really, really, really can’t stop blushing right now!
It’s... Well, I suspect that this kind, anonymous person must be quite clever, too. Ah, I mean to say, it’s quite true, actually. In that, you are a very beautiful girl, as a person, by way of character...
TEXT: FOSTER
Henry: Happy birthday, Foster. I hope you have a really marvelous day!
Quite right! Bret is really just the loveliest!
when are the two cute bird nerds gonna date already?
(via confessmessina)
Ah. Well, that’s... I don’t- Wren and I- We’re... Oh, goodness.
what’s elsie’s problem?
(via confessmessina)
Ah, well, forgive me if I’m wrong, but I would think that perhaps the problem lies with you. You shouldn’t pick on anyone, certainly not someone as lovely as Elsie.
TEXT: CARTER
Henry: Ah, Carter. :) Happy birthday. I hope your day is really marvelous!
@wrenbirdgrady: @henrygreenfingers I am! But my Peter Pan isn't which means he needs alllll the ice cream and maybe chocolate buttons to give the ice cream Mickey ears!
@henrygreenfingers: @wrenbirdgrady Ah, well! In that case, I shall be around with chocolate buttons and ice cream, if that's quite alright with you both? :)
@wrenbirdgrady: sutton is listening to 'someday' from the hunchback of notre dame so i need all puppies to apartment 101, stat :/
@henrygreenfingers: @wrenbirdgrady Ah, are you alright, Wren? I don't have any puppies at my disposal, but I have ice cream! :)
↳INSTAGRAM: @henrygreenfingers uploaded a photo
Had such a splendid time birdwatching today, but I captured this rather lovely snap of @wrenbirdgrady in the process, so I sure hope she doesn’t mind me sharing it!
TEXT: PRIOR
Henry: Happy birthday, Prior. I hope you're having a magnificent day and I shall see you later! x
.ilywren:
Wren couldn’t help but think that Quinn would quite like Henry, especially when he stated that sports weren’t for him. Her best friend had always been distrusting of athletes due to their love of sports and exerting themselves until they were drenched in sweat – and for the more serious reason of how they had treated him in high school. She recalled the way Quinn had been bullied for not only his sexuality, but the way he presented himself. Quinn was a unique and colourful presence that stood out in the small and traditional Virginia town of Clinchco, and most people hadn’t warmed to the idea of a sense of individuality. Wren’s penchant for dark sweaters and her faithful brown boots that let her roam the mountain paths had kept her safe from curious gazes, but she’d always stood by Quinn’s side nevertheless. She wished that he could maybe be by her side now, on hand to interject with a pointed, if fond, ‘baby girl’ so she wouldn’t make a fool of herself in front of a cute guy. Who liked birds. And smiling. And not sports.
“You enjoy listening to me talk?” she asked quickly, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. She hadn’t ever thought that someone enjoying her ramblings was ever quite possible. She knew plenty of lovely people who at least tolerated her untameable habit of talking until she found herself running out of breath, but she hadn’t entertained the idea of someone actually liking it. It only made her blush even more.
“Thank you, Henry!” she grinned, enjoying the way her accent wrapped around his name, dragging out the ‘y’ at the end. “Most people sort of stop listening after a while and I don’t really blame them because sometimes when I get started then there’s just no stopping me, especially when I talk about birds, but I suppose that can definitely have a lot to do with the fact that most people don’t really know a lot about birds but you seem to know a lot about them which is refreshing because I don’t feel quite so bad about going on and on about them in front of you. But you can definitely tell me to stop if it gets to be too much. I won’t mind at all, I promise.”
She fondly thumbed the corners of the books that she held. The edges of the covers were still sharp and pointed which meant that they hadn’t been well read. She supposed that textbooks on wildlife, especially birds, were an acquired taste, and it seemed like not many people beyond herself and Henry were all that interested in such a specific field. Still, she would make sure to keep the textbooks in the same pristine condition that they were currently in. That would mean keeping it shut away in her bedroom when dinner was being served, as she, Quinn, Jay and Sutton had yet to invest in a dining table, preferring to sit on the floor or sofa while they ate, their eyes staying glued to the television screen. She was suddenly having awful visions of one of them accidentally spilling spaghetti on the spotless book.
It was something she was sure her mother would scold her for, a hidden smile playing on her lips while she did so. Thinking of her mother caused a pang of homesickness to hit her, and she was grateful that Henry was giving her the opportunity to talk about her family.
“I was always the one who liked birds the most,” she told him, trying her best not to sound terribly boastful as that wasn’t very flattering. “Jay and Robin liked going out with our dad as well though, even though Robin was always wandering off and getting lost. It’s actually why we know some bird calls, because we gave him his own signal that he would use whenever he couldn’t see us anymore. There was one time that he got lost for three hours and we found him at the ravine and it was so silly because we would have found him much earlier if he hadn’t gotten his swallows and swifts mixed up.”
She held her camera out for Henry to take a look at it. The strap was still securely around her neck which meant that not a lot of distance could be placed between the two of them. Henry was forced to lean in and Wren was determined not to try and find out if he smelled nice or not. She imagined he would but did her best not to inhale deeply when she felt her shoulder brush his, the wool of her cardigan rubbing against that of his sweater.
“You do?” Wren gasped, her face lighting up when Henry revealed that he did, in fact, know what bird it was she had seen. She found herself listening to him attentively, eyes wide and interested as he explained to her the species of the bird and the fact that it was, sadly, endangered.
“A black-billed Gull,” she repeated, sure that she would remember that. With so many thoughts flying around her head on a daily basis, it was so easy for small facts to get muddled up in her mind, but bird trivia was something that Wren never forgot easily. Already, the tidbit of information was securely stored in her mental encyclopaedia of all things avian.
For once, she found herself speechless, a feat not easily obtained. Glancing down at the picture she had captured, she found herself nodding in agreement with Henry’s quiet explanation. She couldn’t believe that she had been so lucky to see it in the flesh… or in the feathers, whilst Henry hadn’t.
“I can show you where I found it!” she blurted out without thinking. Immediately, she turned red and nodded her head to the side so she could clarify. “I mean, if you wanted to see it up close then I can most definitely show you where it was that I saw it this morning. It isn’t really far from here although I know you’re much too busy with your job and we don’t really know each other but if you ever wanted to – and I mean, I think it’s such a shame that you haven’t seen one in real life before because it’s really so lovely and well, I guess if you ever wanted to find it… I can help!”
If the way that Henry's heart was currently hammering in his chest, and the way that his cheek literally ached from all the smiling he was doing, mingled in with the blush that was no doubt taking up permanent residence on his cheek, he thought it was safe to assume that he may well be on the verge of developing a crush. It seemed like a rash assumption to make considering he'd only just met Wren, and usually it took him little more than just 20 minutes to really take such a warm liking to a person, but there were exceptions to every rule. Not that he didn't take a warm liking to almost every person that he met, finding himself taken even by the likes of Bennett who, quite frankly, also happened to terrify him a little.
Upon meeting Astrid and Ellis, and even Riley, it definitely hadn't escaped his notice just how lovely they all were, nor had he been blind to the obvious beauty that so often emulated from the three of his closest friends. But Wren was different. There was something so undeniably endearing about the way she grinned at him, the embarrassed blush of her cheeks as she rambled on only to fluster and cover her mouth, alongside the excited tone with which she addressed him every time that she spoke. Truth be told, Henry thought she was exceptionally beautiful, and the soft surprise that tinted her features on hearing that Henry actually enjoyed listening to her talk only encouraged the butterflies whose wings were now fluttering against his ribcage.
“I wouldn't dare dream of stopping you, I promise,” he assured her, emitting a soft chuckle as she allowed herself a moment to stop for breath.
In all honesty, his short response had probably seemed feeble in contrast to the long-winded tangent that she had just gone on, but he'd been much too enraptured by her own passion and excitement that he'd found himself a little lost for words. It was a bizarre situation in all honesty, for Henry usually found himself on either end of the spectrum, never landing himself so firmly in the middle. He was always one extreme or the other, either shuffling away and keeping to himself, all soft blushes and quiet murmurs as he vowed not to embarrass himself, or finding himself giving the lovely Wren a run for her money by rambling on in an unstoppable fashion, usually rendering those around him truly quite baffled.
Henry listened eagerly as Wren went on to elaborate on her family situation, telling him all about how much she'd been the biggest bird enthusiast in the family, and their strange techniques for finding her other sibling. He stared at her in complete wonder, a small smile playing on his lips as he pondered over just how he'd been so lucky as to have someone so truly brilliant approach him today. How wonderful she seemed to be? Leading such an interesting life with such a large family, her positivity and joy so contagious and uplifting even in the brief time that they'd been talking.
“That truly is so fascinating,” he commented, nodding along in encouragement of her words. The way with which she so effortlessly chatted away with him, seeming to actually want to remain in his company, only made him feel all the more courageous as he uttered his next words. “I think, Wren, that you could quite possibly teach me a thing or two. You see, ah, I do truly have such a great love of the outdoors, and I'd like to think that I have indeed mastered a few useful bird calls, but you... Wow, you seem to be a fountain of knowledge, I'm truly in awe just listening. Your family sounds quite phenomenal.”
He blushed once more at the sound of his own words filling his ears, realising just how utterly silly he must sound. He'd wanted to convey just how impressed he was, and that he thought she was incredibly clever and talented, but given that he wasn't particularly well known for being good at talking to pretty girls or boys, he was certain that he'd just sounded rather odd. It was really one thing to compliment a stunning girl on her bird calls as it was, but one with whom he'd only become acquainted with just minutes before? Preposterous.
“Ah, terribly sorry,” he muttered, cringing and shaking his head. “I apologise, I didn't intend on that sounding quite so absurd.”
Luckily, he'd been granted the opportunity to take a peek at her camera – and to catch a glimpse at some photography that he was certain Astrid would take pride in witnessing – and he found himself grinning excitedly at the look of delight that Wren wore on learning that he did, indeed, recognise the bird pictured. Pride surging through him, he nodded and tried to remain modest. He didn't want to appear as though he was showing off, all too certain that his own Avian knowledge was severely lacking in comparison to Wren's, but he couldn't contain the sheer joy that he felt at having been able to help her in some way. It had been one thing to help her obtain the books that she had sought, that was his job, but this felt to be more on a personal level and he was gratified in his own efforts at informing her of the particularly handsome species of bird.
A soft gasp escaped his lips upon hearing Wren's next words, something he most certainly had not been expecting. In all honesty, as much as he had indeed been enjoying Wren's company, he had been dreading the inevitability of her leaving, and had been silently clinging on to the hopes that he would also be working when she returned the books that she currently held so closely to her chest. It was rather pathetic, and he knew that, but he had already been feeling a strange sense of excitement at the possibility of seeing her again, even if only just the once.
“I would love nothing more!” he cried out, his own words rushed and unexpected to even himself. He hadn't even given himself a moment to think before accepting her offer, blurting the words out before Wren had even allowed herself a moment to elaborate.
My, what a pair they must look right now, blushing and giggling in the birds section of Wellington's library.
As Wren powered on, explaining just what she had meant, his shy smile only grew all the larger as she confirmed that her words meant exactly what he'd been hoping they meant.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Wren. I think that would be really quite marvellous, and I actually finish work in two hours which really isn't very far from now so if you were, perhaps, still in the vicinity we might even get the opportunity to...” he trailed off, his eyes widening as he realised the implications behind his words.
He'd been rambling, saying the absolute first thing that popped into his mind before the rest of his brain even had a chance to okay the process with his vocal chords. Oh, goodness. Wren had only been trying to be kind, offering to show him a rare, dying species of bird, and he'd been much too forward in assuming that she would actually want to do it today, and that it was even his place to make such a request.
“Not that... Not that you should have to show me today, or any day should you so wish to rescind the very kind offer. I don't want to make you uncomfortable in any manner at all, and as you said we don't know each other too well at all, but if you did perhaps still want to go out in the search of a black-billed Gull – or any type of joyous creature – then I would certainly love that,” he blustered on, the words pouring from his mouth at a rapid pace that he was certain he couldn't control even if he wanted to.
“Ah, in fact... I don't believe I'm working tomorrow and, well, you might not be free tomorrow and you certainly might have changed your mind already about inviting this blundering fool anywhere, but... Well, if you'd like, you could perhaps show me where you captured that shot?”
TEXT: HUNTER
Henry: Ah, happiest of birthdays, Hunter! :)
Henry: Have a really great day.
TEXT: RILEY
Henry: Happy birthday, Riley! I hope you have a magnificent day!
Henry: I'll be stopping by any time that you're free to give you your gift, if that's quite alright? I double checked and it has the Conner stamp of approval, so if you don't like it I'm sure I can shift the blame on to him, ha! :)
ilywren:
The young man in front of Wren certainly was something. Not only was he polite enough to not stop her when she rambled on, but he seemed to actually enjoy talking with her. Perhaps that was narcissistic of her to think, but Wren was heavily accustomed to sussing out when people were growing tired of her. Her only problem was finding the will to stop talking, nearly always continuing her muddled monologues until she was left short of breath. Only then did she grant the other person time to excuse themselves and get away from her seemingly never ending train of thought. It was only people like Jay and Quinn who had adapted to her quirks before, simply finding ways to listen comfortably to her verbal tirades that spiralled into unnecessary anecdotes. Other people, who had never met Wren before, struggled to keep up with her at times especially when they got her talking about birds, but the young librarian standing next to her in the aisle, seemed to be taking it in his stride.
His smile, toothy and white and wide enough to make laughter lines crease his face, caused a flutter within Wren’s ribcage. She’d felt the sensation before, of course, and had likened the feeling to the erratic flapping of hummingbird wings. It was a little dizzying and all too familiar, but that just meant she was used to suppressing it.
When overseas, Wren had spent all of her time surrounded by plenty of attractive men, their hair cut regulation short while hers was scraped back into a tight bun. Each of them were stuffed into the same camouflage uniform that was the mark of a US Marine, signalling that they moved as a unit now and were stripped of their individuality. Wren, who had grown up being able to recognise subtle difference between any number of flying feathered creatures, was always able to distinguish the men in her regiment. Lewis from Memphis and Jacob from Detroit and Philip from Chicago were all more than a military number to her. They all had their own backgrounds and stories and quirks. And while it was shallow of her to think so, it had only been human of her to notice that they were all, well, rather attractive. Of course, when covered in scars and bruises as their tour went on, Wren was forced to push those thoughts aside and not blush whenever Lewis lifted a shirt so she could stitch up an open wound or when Jacob unashamedly pushed down his trousers after taking a bullet to the behind.
All in all, Wren had been surrounded by her fair share of attractive men, although none as polite and seemingly put together as the one dressed immaculately in front of her. He had yet to let out a creative and newfound curse word or spit tobacco across the room to prove he could make it go the furthest, but he still made Wren’s heart leap frantically in the same way Philip had the first time he had pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. She was no longer in sandy warzone, so anyone else would think that perhaps she would allow herself give into the flutters. Wren knew better than that though and simply tried to pull herself together, reminding herself that she had no time for dating, not until she had enough tours under her belt to make her father proud.
That didn’t mean she could completely control her reaction when the man clasped her hand in his and commented on her name. ‘Beautiful’, he had called it, and Wren could only think that she immediately ruined the illusion of living up to such a so-called beautiful name when she let out a very ungracious laugh. It was deep and jittery and she began blushing profusely when she realised she was making it very obvious how much the compliment had affected her.
Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip to suppress a giddy grin, Wren’s face lit up excitedly when the man told her his name. It was very nice and very normal and Wren thought that it suited him just fine.
“Henry, I love that name!” she exclaimed, the words bubbling over her mouth before she could stop him. “I actually used to go to school with a boy named Henry but he didn’t like birds as much as I do and, well, you do I’m assuming and he was definitely more of a sports guy which is absolutely fine but I’ve never been all that into things like football and basketball and I can’t really remember which sport that Henry played, but I think it was something to do with a ball and sticks and I think Quinn – that’s my best friend – made a lot of jokes about it…”
She raised a hand to cover her mouth, a nervous giggle erupting from her throat and thankfully being muffled by her palm.
“I don’t think I’m helping much with the distractions because I keep talking and talking and – the book! Yes!” she grinned, immediately hoisting her current textbook further up in her arms so she could hold it easily and follow Henry down the aisle. She found herself gawping at all the books towering high in the shelves above her, wondering how there could be so many. This library was definitely far different than the one at her high school, and not just because the librarian leading her through the winding labyrinth of leather-bound books was a sharp contrast to the one with wrinkled skin that seemed to have a personal vendetta against Wren and Quinn.
At Henry’s triumphant cry, she snapped to attention and watched as he pulled yet another book down from the shelf before handing it out to her. She gratefully reached for it and pressed it against the one she was already holding. While heavy, Wren was used to carrying large loads, such as extensive medical kits. She balanced the weight in her arms and stood up straight, shaking her head at Henry’s question.
“No, I haven’t read anything by him or… well, any other authors really! My dad was much more of a practical teacher and everything I know is from going out with him and my brothers and going birdwatching. We lived in Virginia, you see, and we’re from a mountain town so it was always easy to go into the woods and finding all sorts of birds so I never really thought that reading textbooks would come in handy because my dad knows everything there is about American birds but now that I’m here and there are so many different ones that I haven’t seen before that – well, I’m basically just trying to say thank you for this. I’m excited to read them and I know they’ll be really useful!” she grinned, for once foregoing embarrassment for gratitude.
She felt a little saddened to be leaving Henry so soon, and half-wondered if there were any other books she could ask him about. Her motives were purely innocent. Yes, she thought the man in front of her was remarkably good looking with what was possibly the cutest smile and disposition that she had come across since arriving in New Zealand, but she didn’t wish to stay solely because of that. In fact, she didn’t want to stay because of that at all especially due to her no-dating rule. She simply wanted to prolong her time in Henry’s company because it wasn’t every day that she stumbled across someone as nice as he was with the same affinity for birds as her. Even in Virginia, those people had been hard to come by and were rarely ever her age.
When he piped up and ask her if there was any specific species she was looking for, Wren jumped at the chance to carry on the conversation.
“Oh, well, actually,” she began and hurriedly shifted the weight of her two books onto one arm so she could pull at the strap of her camera around her neck and attempt to turn it on one handed. A beeping noise hit off the shelves around her, loudly echoing around the section of the library they were standing in and Wren smiled sheepishly at Henry. As she navigated her way through the pictures she had taken that morning, finally landing on the bird that had, so far, been unidentifiable to her, Wren thrust the camera towards the other man.
“This is the one I took this morning!” she told him proudly. “Do you recognise it?”
The soft, jittery feeling that seemed to be coursing through Henry's veins, it would seem, had no intentions of stopping anytime soon. His heart pounding in his chest, and tiny butterfly wings fluttering against his ribcage, Henry was almost certain that Wren would hear the very inner workings of his brain if it didn't quieten down some time soon. After introducing himself, he found himself grinning even wider – how was that possible? – when a loud laugh erupted from her lips. It wasn't what you would consider a soft laugh. It wasn't anything like the feigned, or childish, giggles that he so often heard around the library as teenager girls pointed out the objects of their affections. It was nothing like the taunting, cruel laughs that he had grown up surrounded by. No, Wren's laugh was perfectly lovely. It was sweet and a little bit silly, and most of all it was real, sincere. Henry liked the sound of her laugh very much.
Before he could even think of something to say, however, she was off again, telling him all about a Henry she had once known. A boy she had gone to school with.
“Ah, well, I don't think sports are for me,” he interjected, smiling at her. Birds were definitely much more interesting to him than running around a field and possibly injuring himself. He was much too gangly for all of that, he certainly didn't have the coordination for games like soccer or basketball. He wasn't even overly good at pool, and that didn't require a whole lot of movement.
His wide smile softened the more she spoke, an amused look on his face appearing as he ducked his head, a blush rising to his cheeks. The comment about her friend caused a light chuckle to fall from his lips. Whomever Quinn may be, he was sure they had a very different sense of humour to his own, but that didn't mean that he was immune. Glancing up, he realised that Wren, much like himself, seemed a little embarrassed as she covered her mouth to muffle yet another laugh that threatened to make its way through.
“No, certainly not. I don't mind, I quite enjoy listening to you talk,” he spoke, the words falling out before he had half a mind to stop himself. Goodness, it wouldn't do well for him to frighten Wren. After all, she was only looking for a book, not a friend. Flinching slightly at his own stupidity, he stared down at his feet again and scolded himself internally as he lead the way.
When he finally found the book, delighted with how simple it had been, Wren very easily took the book from his grasp and placed it on top of the first one he had found her. It was a strange thought to have, but Henry couldn't help but think that it was an impressive feat. Both books were huge, and very heavy, and his own weak, wiry bones, often struggled to lug his bag home to Messina depending on its contents. Still, it didn't take a lot for a person to be stronger than him, especially as they'd already established that sports and physicality wasn't his strong suit.
His ears perked up as he found Wren, once again, talking about her family and her brothers, his broad smile returning once more. He thought it was really quite lovely that she seemed to have such a close relationship with her siblings – or, rather, from his own understanding in the brief time that they had been talking – and wondered what it must have been like to go birdwatching with his own family. Not that it was an achievable goal, he knew that, but he couldn't help but dream of another universe where they were all happy and together.
“That's wonderful, truly,” he commented, his tone entirely sincere. He'd been mocked and teased for his own interests, teenagers and adults alike throwing around silly words like 'nerd' and 'weirdo', but he didn't see it that way. He didn't think that nerdiness was a negative thing, and he believed that taking such a keen interest in absolutely anything, as long as it was harmless, was to be encouraged. “Your father sounds like an intelligent man. Do your... brothers, I believe you said? Do they share your interest? You went birdwatching together, so... Ah, I assume they probably did, but you're very enthusiastic which is a rare thing to find these days...”
Letting his voice trail off, he found himself laughing once more. It was almost like a game between the two of them. One of them would say something, or lots of somethings, ramble on for a little while, and then blush or laugh and feel a little silly. It felt comforting to know that he was in similar company with Wren, though. She shared his enthusiasm for nature, and she had a penchant for long-winded rambling and awkward blushes. He found it incredibly endearing, and he imagined she must look much less ridiculous than himself.
Excitement bubbled inside of him when she confirmed that she did, in fact, have a particular bird she was interested in finding. While his question had been cheeky, and entirely down to the fact that he was enjoying her company so much, the excitement that he felt was completely genuine. Craning his neck like an overexcited child, he waited as Wren thumbed her way through the contents of her camera, before she finally landed on the image she was searching for.
“Oh, my!” Henry muttered, his eyes widening as he looked at the picture before him. How exciting. “Well, as a matter of fact, I actually do.”
Clasping his hands together, desperate to do something with them that didn't involve him flailing around like a complete buffoon, he let out an excitable giggle, and took a moment to compose himself before elaborating.
“You see, Wren, that is a black-billed Gull,” he announced, looking up and away from the camera, a proud smile filling his features. “They're only found in New Zealand, you see, and they're actually endangered. Wow. I've never seen one in real life.”
Lowing his eyes to the image again, he allowed himself a short moment to full absorb the sight. How incredible that Wren had managed to capture an image – a wonderful photo, at that – of something so close to extinction, and to not even realise the true beauty of what she had stumbled across.
“Captivating, isn't it?” he breathed, his voice low as he glanced up at her once again.
TEXT: BENNETT
Bennett: Are you easily seduced by me?
Bennett: Naughty ;)
Bennett: You want to be Henry Pemberley.
Henry: Perhaps?
Henry: No! I don't know why I said that.
Henry: Goodness.
Henry: I do not! Certainly not. In fact, if I were marrying a Pemberley who's to say that it would be you? :)
TEXT: BENNETT
Bennett: I could think of better things for you to be doing with your mouth, to be honest.
Bennett: I'm sure Ellis will be delighted to hear about our upcoming wedding. You're not taking your proposal back, are you?
Henry: If I come to collect my jacket you're going to, ahem, seduce me again, aren't you?
Henry: I feel like a naughty child, goodness. I need to get it together.
Henry: Excuse me? I was drunk, but I certainly wasn't drunk enough to... Bennett, please! Stop teasing. :)
TEXT: BENNETT
Bennett: By all means, keep going and tell me about this air I apparently exude.
Bennett: Well, we'll just have to find out, won't we?
Bennett: It's been known to happen ;)
Henry: You're enjoying this very much, aren't you? I... perhaps it's time for me to be quiet. If I recall, talking too much is what got me here, actually.
Henry: Goodness, Bennett. I very much enjoyed last night, but I certainly wouldn't want to upset dear Ellis.
