I lean forward to look at her. Really look at her, which I haven't actually done, despite accepting a very strange invitation to a picnic.
I should probably get around to actually eating at some point, but I'm busy actually looking at her, like I said.
"Fine," I say. "You're prettier than ol' Dirty Harry, I guess. The accent's definitely a plus." A beat. "So. Serial killers and saving the world, huh? That's more impressive than the whole Leprechaun government thing. Should've led with that."
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Date: 2012-12-04 06:21 am (UTC)I should probably get around to actually eating at some point, but I'm busy actually looking at her, like I said.
"Fine," I say. "You're prettier than ol' Dirty Harry, I guess. The accent's definitely a plus." A beat. "So. Serial killers and saving the world, huh? That's more impressive than the whole Leprechaun government thing. Should've led with that."