39th Spring, 510 A.V. "I think you'll like Ha'na," he said, still chattering away to Lillis as they walked along toward her little shop, which he hoped was still there. He was still unclear as to what was going on with her, her pottery stall in front of her cottage, and whatever her relationship was with the owner of Mechanical Marvels. But he had been raised to a certain standard of etiquette to which he had mostly reverted after escaping slavery in the anarchist state. Horse had been left behind for this excursion, and so they walked. He had even gotten over her slipping her arm around his without too much embarrassing blushing. No, he had no game. Sam had the naïve quality of seeing the best in everyone, and assuming people he liked would like each other. Perhaps there was something to that, though. In any case, he figured ice breaking activities could involve Lillis reading Ha'na's future or Ha'na showing Lillis her lovely pottery. Perhaps they might even trade. Perhaps they might... but no, he abjured memory of his last night's dream before it could make him start blushing again. "Oh, here we are," he said. Since shop wasn't set up front, he just knocked on the door. |