[ It's nice of Jason to offer out the chair, but she steps forward only to push it back into its place under the table. It is a nice dress, and she has 30 more nice ones at home if anything happens to it. She hops up onto the table next to him, not quite shoulder to shoulder, but very close. She gives him a couple inches of grace.
She's still considering her personal dilemma, but in the meantime she obliges, distractedly: ] You said six months? I was... 19, then. Two decades exactly.
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She's still considering her personal dilemma, but in the meantime she obliges, distractedly: ] You said six months? I was... 19, then. Two decades exactly.
[ You know, just in case he was wondering. ]