Hermione's learned by now that he runs hotter than most people (how did she ever not suspect him of being non-human?) so she's not picking up her cup yet, comfortable with letting it warm her hands instead for now.
"Ah, Taravast. What a proper mess that was - you arrived late to the party, or I would've had to tell you about the chastity belt I'd come to the city to sell," she says, with a little grin. "In hindsight, your first identity isn't as far off from who you are - I do think you make a fine diplomat and orator."
She definitely did not make a great modiste. She's wearing clothes that he made, after all, not her own. If anyone should've had that identity...
"These secret identities feel like the Merchant and Karsa are just bored and trying to outwit each other at our expense. Bloody author of a book on manners - me?"
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"Ah, Taravast. What a proper mess that was - you arrived late to the party, or I would've had to tell you about the chastity belt I'd come to the city to sell," she says, with a little grin. "In hindsight, your first identity isn't as far off from who you are - I do think you make a fine diplomat and orator."
She definitely did not make a great modiste. She's wearing clothes that he made, after all, not her own. If anyone should've had that identity...
"These secret identities feel like the Merchant and Karsa are just bored and trying to outwit each other at our expense. Bloody author of a book on manners - me?"