“Does boredom count as distress?”“I do not believe so, unless you suffer from an enormous amount of boredom. Then it may grow to be deadly, in which case, I would think you would find much distress.”
“Then I guess I’m not in distress, but I’m still bored. Anything doing?”
Hmm, perhaps she did not mean to be cruel in her manner, so he decided that forgiveness was a good idea. “I rather do, but then again, how exactly were you to know such a thing before meeting me, hmm?” he smiled, weakly.
“Precisely my point. Truly, I’m sorry. Let me buy you a drink.”
At the mention of a drink, he perked out and his smile doubled in size. “I cannot refuse such a tempting offering. Very well then.”
He had a pretty infectious smile. Summer couldn’t resist grinning back, before she wove her way off to the counter, returning with a huge mug for him and a little cup for herself. “There. Amends made? I shan’t mock your title again, Fandral the dashing. Still curious about that demonstration, though.”
Though Fandral was not known for his brains, he knew when he was the root of laughter. Over the years, he had come to learn that not every maiden was fair, and would fall for his charm. It didn’t bother him as much as it could have, but still the feeling of being insulted was not pleasant. “I do not know if I could spare the time for a demonstration,” Fandral replied.
Forcing herself to stop laughing, she raised her hands, placating. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s not meant as an insult, only you took it so very seriously.”
Hmm, perhaps she did not mean to be cruel in her manner, so he decided that forgiveness was a good idea. “I rather do, but then again, how exactly were you to know such a thing before meeting me, hmm?” he smiled, weakly.
“Precisely my point. Truly, I’m sorry. Let me buy you a drink.”
“What makes me so dashing?” he repeated out loud, while his brain pondered on that very core of his being. Then after only a moment, he had the answer, “I was born with such skills, or so I have been told by many a maiden. And when one has such a gift, they must use it carefully, otherwise it may be translated quite differently to others.”
She bit her lip to keep from laughing at how seriously he took it, and subsided into a mug. “Such a hard burden for you to bear,” she said, and then lost it completely, putting her head down on the table and laughing. Between giggles, she choked out, “I’m not sure I can take your word for it. I might need proof.”
Though Fandral was not known for his brains, he knew when he was the root of laughter. Over the years, he had come to learn that not every maiden was fair, and would fall for his charm. It didn’t bother him as much as it could have, but still the feeling of being insulted was not pleasant. “I do not know if I could spare the time for a demonstration,” Fandral replied.
Forcing herself to stop laughing, she raised her hands, placating. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s not meant as an insult, only you took it so very seriously.”
Mr. Friendly did have a nice ring to it, but he couldn’t let her think he was not polite enough to give a real name.
“No, as much as I admire your pet name, my actual name is Fandral, the dashing, of Asgard. It is a lovely pleasure to meet you Summer.” He offered her a smile that lasted longer than the one she offered him moments before.
“Oooh, ‘the dashing’, that sounds exciting. What makes you so dashing, Fandral? Should I be worried?” Summer laughed, finding an empty seat nearby and claiming it. She leaned forward, clasping her hands under her chin.
“What makes me so dashing?” he repeated out loud, while his brain pondered on that very core of his being. Then after only a moment, he had the answer, “I was born with such skills, or so I have been told by many a maiden. And when one has such a gift, they must use it carefully, otherwise it may be translated quite differently to others.”
She bit her lip to keep from laughing at how seriously he took it, and subsided into a mug. “Such a hard burden for you to bear,” she said, and then lost it completely, putting her head down on the table and laughing. Between giggles, she choked out, “I’m not sure I can take your word for it. I might need proof.”
“I’d like to think so, yes. And whom may I ask is speaking? Another friendly person perhaps?”
“I certainly try to be friendly, though maybe not as hard as you.” She flashed him a quick smile. “You can call me Summer. And you? Do you have a name, or are you just Mr Friendly?”
Mr. Friendly did have a nice ring to it, but he couldn’t let her think he was not polite enough to give a real name.
“No, as much as I admire your pet name, my actual name is Fandral, the dashing, of Asgard. It is a lovely pleasure to meet you Summer.” He offered her a smile that lasted longer than the one she offered him moments before.
“Oooh, ‘the dashing’, that sounds exciting. What makes you so dashing, Fandral? Should I be worried?” Summer laughed, finding an empty seat nearby and claiming it. She leaned forward, clasping her hands under her chin.
“As I can see most of you are actually welcomed to join in the merriment the evening has to offer…”
“Others are not extended that invitation. You know who you are.”
“You’re a friendly sort of fellow, aren’t you?”
“I’d like to think so, yes. And whom may I ask is speaking? Another friendly person perhaps?”
“I certainly try to be friendly, though maybe not as hard as you.” She flashed him a quick smile. “You can call me Summer. And you? Do you have a name, or are you just Mr Friendly?”
“As I can see most of you are actually welcomed to join in the merriment the evening has to offer…”
“Others are not extended that invitation. You know who you are.”
“You’re a friendly sort of fellow, aren’t you?”
