"Yes!" Triss blurts. Therapy taught her how to wield silence, not how to convincingly mask her motivation. She's only as opaque as most eight year olds, which is to say: not very at all when she's angling for something. Playing it cool may never be a tactic that works for her, even with Hannibal's detached model to follow.
She's self aware enough to look a little embarrassed, at least, an unsure smile crimping her mouth at his joke. Do adults enjoy not working? Her list of Things Grown Ups Do When They're Not At Work' is pretty short, beginning with 'pay bills' and ending with 'argue with other grown ups on the phone'. The list splits into subsections for foster homes, where the adults are more likely to also cook and clean, and households, where they can pay other people to do that for them. Except for Hannibal who likes cooking and sort of saves that for himself. That's another sub-sub list that should probably have 'read about magic' on it somewhere.
Once she's run through those lists and decided he's not secretly joking or humoring her, she darts on ahead to the den. The chairs might be posture-conscious but there's a heavy throw over the back of the sofa, all drapey and warm and geometric shapes. Triss pulls it around herself and clambers into a wingback, the book clasped carefully under her arm. Once she's safely crosslegged, tented under the blanket, it unfolds over her knees. The pages are thick, crackly and dry, so she turns them carefully by the edges as she waits for Hannibal to find his own book and join her. It might take a while, he can be so picky.
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Date: 2016-09-19 12:41 am (UTC)She's self aware enough to look a little embarrassed, at least, an unsure smile crimping her mouth at his joke. Do adults enjoy not working? Her list of Things Grown Ups Do When They're Not At Work' is pretty short, beginning with 'pay bills' and ending with 'argue with other grown ups on the phone'. The list splits into subsections for foster homes, where the adults are more likely to also cook and clean, and households, where they can pay other people to do that for them. Except for Hannibal who likes cooking and sort of saves that for himself. That's another sub-sub list that should probably have 'read about magic' on it somewhere.
Once she's run through those lists and decided he's not secretly joking or humoring her, she darts on ahead to the den. The chairs might be posture-conscious but there's a heavy throw over the back of the sofa, all drapey and warm and geometric shapes. Triss pulls it around herself and clambers into a wingback, the book clasped carefully under her arm. Once she's safely crosslegged, tented under the blanket, it unfolds over her knees. The pages are thick, crackly and dry, so she turns them carefully by the edges as she waits for Hannibal to find his own book and join her. It might take a while, he can be so picky.