“Good, good…” She nodded approvingly, knowing her neighbor’s coop of marshmallow peeps were safe for now. Listening to him stumble over a word made her smile in a half-guilty way, and she put a hand on his flaky pastry shoulder in a gesture of camaraderie.
“Cathartic means it vents whatever you have pent up, m’dear. Like…” Pearline paused and held up a fist, flaring her white fingers out in a dramatic jazz-hands gesture. “Ah! Like that. And don’t thank me, it’s the high sweetness score comin’ out.”
As a hand met his shoulder Wynnchel let her grant that move with no sign of repulse. Actually, he almost reacted not at all, indifferent and still numb from his horrible experience, only looking up to meet eyes whilst he listened to her, explaining.
"Hmm hmm", he approved in a faint nod eventually, as a delayed reply. But draining melancholy vanished quickly enough when her speech caught fire; he perked up entirely and watched her going on enthusiastically and if he wouldn't wear such dark glasses she sure would notice his widened eyes of amazement. What a motivator he had standing in front of himself!
"Ya're quite well programmed, aren't ya", he smiled, putting arms on top of hers to gently remove them from his shoulders. Not in a unkind manner, but more out of the reason that she had now managed to get his spirit up. "And I think that kinda helped me! Than-- I appreciate yer help, madam. Could I ask ya for yer name?"
