[ She waits until he's close enough for her to reach and lightly hit him with said book across the shoulder, stealing a grape from the bawl in the meantime. ]
I enjoyed them. You lack all refined taste.
[ Still, she moves to allow him to sit, lacking all of her usual ladylike manners. They matter little with Arthur; or at least, matters little when he's throwing grapes at her head. ]
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I enjoyed them. You lack all refined taste.
[ Still, she moves to allow him to sit, lacking all of her usual ladylike manners. They matter little with Arthur; or at least, matters little when he's throwing grapes at her head. ]
Sappho.