Alec's nose wrinkles immediately. "What's a Flinstone?" Good news, she found someone even worse at pop culture references than she is! Though Alec is dressed far too contemporary and sounds entirely too American to not be familiar with Saturday morning cartoons, please ignore that.
He steps swiftly into the shelter that she offers up, ducking his head slightly to avoid the very edges of the umbrella's nibs. "Never mind," he amends his earlier question with a wave of his hand like he can shoo the topic away, because clearly that can wait: the jackalopes are now pointing towards the door, after having been interrupted by his unceremonious entrance into her attempted conversation with them. "Is that an exit?"
Why is he expecting her to know? He glances up at the loud clatter of a pie plate smacking off the fabric of the umbrella right next to his ear is followed promptly by a splat as the dessert spills all over the floor and their shoes. That probably doesn't help their situation seem less like the looney tunes. Belatedly, he tacks on a: "Thanks," for the cover of the umbrella. He can be polite, it turns out. When he wants to.
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He steps swiftly into the shelter that she offers up, ducking his head slightly to avoid the very edges of the umbrella's nibs. "Never mind," he amends his earlier question with a wave of his hand like he can shoo the topic away, because clearly that can wait: the jackalopes are now pointing towards the door, after having been interrupted by his unceremonious entrance into her attempted conversation with them. "Is that an exit?"
Why is he expecting her to know? He glances up at the loud clatter of a pie plate smacking off the fabric of the umbrella right next to his ear is followed promptly by a splat as the dessert spills all over the floor and their shoes. That probably doesn't help their situation seem less like the looney tunes. Belatedly, he tacks on a: "Thanks," for the cover of the umbrella. He can be polite, it turns out. When he wants to.