[How far away is their favorite brunch spot, anyway? Probably not too far, which is as big a draw as its bottomless mimosa special—but they still have just enough time for Hilda to wonder why Lorenz is the way that he is. Only Lorenz would learn something like that during... well, something like that. Whew.
But it is her job as Best Friend to support him! Always, which is why she claps her hands together excitedly.]
Ooh, an artist. How perfect for you!
[Because Lorenz is a connoisseur of the fine arts, etc, etc—but then there is the briefest of pauses. A sign, perhaps, of what is to come, because as Hilda turns to better face him:]
So... is he a work of art? [she asks, the perfect picture of innocence.] Did he "improve the quality" of...
[Hmm, yes, she will let that sentence trail right off. A simple kindness.]
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But it is her job as Best Friend to support him! Always, which is why she claps her hands together excitedly.]
Ooh, an artist. How perfect for you!
[Because Lorenz is a connoisseur of the fine arts, etc, etc—but then there is the briefest of pauses. A sign, perhaps, of what is to come, because as Hilda turns to better face him:]
So... is he a work of art? [she asks, the perfect picture of innocence.] Did he "improve the quality" of...
[Hmm, yes, she will let that sentence trail right off. A simple kindness.]