[ The pause is long enough that Edmund takes to amusing himself by sketching unflattering portraits of poor Mister Softfallow in the margins of his notes.
Griffins? Honestly?
Edmund adds a jaunty little griffin-beak to his sketch of a pouting Softfallow. ]
Please, Susan. Mister Softfallow likes you much better. Tragic, really, but what can I do? The sight of a woman's lovely face will always be much preferable to that of a man's rugged visage.
no subject
Griffins? Honestly?
Edmund adds a jaunty little griffin-beak to his sketch of a pouting Softfallow. ]
Please, Susan. Mister Softfallow likes you much better. Tragic, really, but what can I do? The sight of a woman's lovely face will always be much preferable to that of a man's rugged visage.