❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞
SHE DIDN'T TRUST THIS, AND IT SHOWED. maggie wore her warlord's posture: a broad, tough-set look capped with a deep scowl that took her whole face into it. her habitual grunge made her sorely out of place here in august's home, which could conservatively house fifty of salvo's finest and had an attached private pool.
" always been more'f a tea girl myself, " she said, both to be contrary and because it was true. her mother always took it black. maggie didn't remember that - lydie tam told her once when she took her jacket in for mending - but she'd done it that way for decades now, too. " but you don't really care, d'you mate? so let's you and i get into it proper before i drop dead on account of bullshit social niceties. "
