"Tobias!" the star yelps as the man seated next to her lobs a particularly well-aimed piece of cutlery at the third voice, before the room quiets once more.
She swallows a bit thickly at the request, ducking her chin to mumble a quick agreement before she's all flutter and show once more. Fork reaching upward to twang loudly over the renewed din of voices.
"Now this is a quiet story, sirs," she reprimands - voice falling, changing to some fine, musical thing. "One for our smitten Master Thorn."
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Date: 2007-07-02 05:12 am (UTC)She swallows a bit thickly at the request, ducking her chin to mumble a quick agreement before she's all flutter and show once more. Fork reaching upward to twang loudly over the renewed din of voices.
"Now this is a quiet story, sirs," she reprimands - voice falling, changing to some fine, musical thing. "One for our smitten Master Thorn."