"Yeah, but can you build me a steel salmon ladder?"
Sara asks it really without even meaning it to be a question. She toeing at the bag. Literally. With her toes, before she decides to turn around and sit on it. Taking some stock of the things he's decided to put in here. Things that look almost too obviously like any number of the things she doesn't suddenly have direct access to.
If there's for a moment almost the flicker of a glance back to his face, it abates first, before getting there, and she raises a hand to gesture toward the door beyond the studio spacing and the wood floor under her feet. "Besides, who out there is really going to use it anyway?"
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Date: 2018-01-26 12:20 am (UTC)Sara asks it really without even meaning it to be a question. She toeing at the bag. Literally. With her toes, before she decides to turn around and sit on it. Taking some stock of the things he's decided to put in here. Things that look almost too obviously like any number of the things she doesn't suddenly have direct access to.
If there's for a moment almost the flicker of a glance back to his face, it abates first, before getting there, and she raises a hand to gesture toward the door beyond the studio spacing and the wood floor under her feet. "Besides, who out there is really going to use it anyway?"