- Snailmail + Ringaling -
Gretchen tentatively takes a seat on the far end of Benjamin's couch beside the armrest, placing her hands on her lap. Her posture is anything but relaxed—her back and shoulders are stiff, and she is anxiously twiddling her fingers together. Despite Benjamin's kind and gentlemanly demeanor, it is clear that Gretchen is still quite intimidated by him given his height and appearance. Regardless, she is doing her best to remain polite.
After a brief silence, Gretchen finally speaks up. "Thank you for inviting me to your residence, Mr. Biggs." Her voice is meek and timid, like that of a mouse. "I really appreciate it."
She drums her fingers awkwardly against her lap, racking her brain for a subject to talk about. Eventually, she clears her throat before asking Benjamin a question.
"D-Do you, uh... have anything you enjoy doing? You know, like... hobbies and whatnot? If you do, I'd love to hear about them. I-If you're okay with sharing, of course."
"Ah, don't fuss on it, luv. It's just proper manners, is it not? 'Sides, I've been wantin' to sit an' chat with you anyway." Benjamin hums, not taking long to sit beside the anxious toon. Tea (or oil) could wait a second - besides, the kettle was still heating up! "Oh, I'm sure that mile-long list would bore you so much that you'd go green! I wouldn't want to 'ave to carry you all the way back to the playground, now." The tongue of his bell would clack against the brass as he tilted his head to smile, making a hollow-sounding 'clunk'. He talks with his hands a lot, gesturing or flicking his wrists, the gears and pistons inside of his metal body puffing with every movement. "Listen now, I'd be much more interested in hearing about the same things but from your side of the story... I'm sure you get up to plenty of fun, you clever little thing."
