"A token," Sirius echoes, trying to imagine what exactly might qualify. "But what sort--"
He's stopped short as a woman approaches their table, her smile warm and easy, though it noticeably falters when she looks to Kell. The man's eye is still largely covered by the swoop of his red hair but perhaps she catches a glance and Sirius leans forward to grab her attention.
"Two pints of your favourite on tap, if you please," he says with his most charming smile, tossing in a wink for good measure. "And perhaps a basket of chips. Er-- fries, that is." Her smile returns then and as she leaves to fill their order, Sirius looks back to Kell. "What sort of token?"
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Date: 2016-02-26 11:59 pm (UTC)"A token," Sirius echoes, trying to imagine what exactly might qualify. "But what sort--"
He's stopped short as a woman approaches their table, her smile warm and easy, though it noticeably falters when she looks to Kell. The man's eye is still largely covered by the swoop of his red hair but perhaps she catches a glance and Sirius leans forward to grab her attention.
"Two pints of your favourite on tap, if you please," he says with his most charming smile, tossing in a wink for good measure. "And perhaps a basket of chips. Er-- fries, that is." Her smile returns then and as she leaves to fill their order, Sirius looks back to Kell. "What sort of token?"