I was waitin' until I was good enough with it not to make a fool out of myself.
[ and she's at least reasonably sure she's reached that point.
the food is apparently going to go ignored now, because she simply reaches out to take the card from faraday, straightening in her seat.
she tames her smile into something more impassive, concentration in her eyes as she glances at the card — the black lady, of course — and neatly shows off it off to him, flicking it back and forth in her hand for a moment, before it's once, twice, and with a third upward motion, quickly mimes chucking the card into the air. the card flicks back, caught between her fingers in a smooth, clearly well-practiced gesture.
showing off her empty palm, she waits the span of her breath, before snapping her hand forward and reproducing the card between her fingertips.
she holds it out to him, unable to keep the pleased little grin off her face. ]
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[ and she's at least reasonably sure she's reached that point.
the food is apparently going to go ignored now, because she simply reaches out to take the card from faraday, straightening in her seat.
she tames her smile into something more impassive, concentration in her eyes as she glances at the card — the black lady, of course — and neatly shows off it off to him, flicking it back and forth in her hand for a moment, before it's once, twice, and with a third upward motion, quickly mimes chucking the card into the air. the card flicks back, caught between her fingers in a smooth, clearly well-practiced gesture.
showing off her empty palm, she waits the span of her breath, before snapping her hand forward and reproducing the card between her fingertips.
she holds it out to him, unable to keep the pleased little grin off her face. ]
Your card, Mister Faraday.