"I wouldn't trust a ghost staff if it was," Elena says wryly.
It's supposed to be a joke, but she knows that she can fall short of humor herself. Elena is charming when she needs to be - she understands people, how to read and talk to people depending on how they're like. It'd become such a power play, but there can be so much earnestness, too.
Her frown of confusion immediately softens once he holds out the napkin for her. Elena takes it with curiosity, the faintest smile on her lips as she glances from him to the napkin, and immediately recognizes it. His is not a handwriting she would confuse with anyone else's; the elegant style matches the one she'd been writing to not too long ago.
"You're the champion," she says once it all comes back to her. "Are you still on duty?"
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It's supposed to be a joke, but she knows that she can fall short of humor herself. Elena is charming when she needs to be - she understands people, how to read and talk to people depending on how they're like. It'd become such a power play, but there can be so much earnestness, too.
Her frown of confusion immediately softens once he holds out the napkin for her. Elena takes it with curiosity, the faintest smile on her lips as she glances from him to the napkin, and immediately recognizes it. His is not a handwriting she would confuse with anyone else's; the elegant style matches the one she'd been writing to not too long ago.
"You're the champion," she says once it all comes back to her. "Are you still on duty?"