is this necessary?
Necessary? Did Mr. Silver not catch on to her love of tea from their talk that day? Brown orbs blinked up at the taller pirate in curious wonder, before glancing behind her to the array of stretched out tea pots and matching teacups set on the worn dining table of the old home. It had been sometime since the place had any repairs; and quiet frankly Abigail was not a skilled hand in manual labor. But, perhaps nine different teas for tasting was a bit....over the top. The pirate himself seemed overwhelmed with such an idea, though this was a typical afternoon in society for the young lady. Who constantly had to remind herself she was no longer in society.
“It’s...too much, isn’t it?” Abigail’s soft coo of a tone mellowed out between them, as her eyes returned up to the cook of the Man O’ War once more. For a moment there had been a flicker of worry flashing in them, not wanting to drive away a potential friend she could level with. They were having such a good time that afternoon after all. No thanks to the rough Captain with a natural intimidation score. “I thought since we were getting on well over tea..you might like to try the one’s I told you about. Of course...if you’re busy, Mr. Silver. I’ll understand.”