It's not as if this is anything new for him -- she might actually be a little overdressed for a party by Eliatrope standards -- but this is... Not really the same thing, he has to admit to himself. No rationlizing this one; she's simply beyond all rationalization. He just has to stare a little bit, at a complete loss for words, before what she's actually saying gets through to him.
"I said-- what?" he says after a short, open-mouthed silence. He may say a lot of things that aren't necessarily true, but never before has he lost track of what lies he might've told to whom. Qilby's all for new experiences, but getting called out at a party by a half-naked woman wearing nothing but flowers and grass is not exactly what he had in mind. "What in the world are you talking about?"
He's not even going to touch Quibbles. Not yet, anyway.
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It's not as if this is anything new for him -- she might actually be a little overdressed for a party by Eliatrope standards -- but this is... Not really the same thing, he has to admit to himself. No rationlizing this one; she's simply beyond all rationalization. He just has to stare a little bit, at a complete loss for words, before what she's actually saying gets through to him.
"I said-- what?" he says after a short, open-mouthed silence. He may say a lot of things that aren't necessarily true, but never before has he lost track of what lies he might've told to whom. Qilby's all for new experiences, but getting called out at a party by a half-naked woman wearing nothing but flowers and grass is not exactly what he had in mind. "What in the world are you talking about?"
He's not even going to touch Quibbles. Not yet, anyway.