If it came from anyone else, she'd think 'honored' was laying it on a bit thick. It still might be, quite honestly, and she has to quell the urge to roll her eyes, even though there wouldn't have been any real scorn behind the gesture. More of an 'oh, please,' than anything else. But with Thomas, she thinks he might actually mean it. Not that it's a literal honor, which is ridiculous, but that he isn't winding her up or going overboard on purpose.
"Oh." She checks her phone, startled to realize just how much time has passed. It's not late enough that she has to leg it back home -- Saoirse won't be shivering on the front step or anything -- but she shouldn't linger much longer if she wants to beat the lass home without rushing. "Yes. She'll be getting home from school soon."
It's a pity. She hadn't known what to expect, going in, and she hadn't been certain of his intentions. But it's getting easier to believe that this is all sincerely meant. Whether he's slightly mental for being interested in her may be up for debate, but... god, he really does seem interested. It's unbelievable, and ridiculously flattering, and she'd really like to stay longer and just sort of bask in it, as if he's the walking embodiment of an unseasonably warm day.
She settles for a wide smile that she just barely keeps from turning into an outright silly grin. "I think I could manage that. We only tried one tea, after all." There, that's a much more measured response than what she's actually thinking, which would be something more like, God, yes, of course, you're dreamy and I can't believe you actually want to see more of me, I'd be completely bonkers to turn you down. At least she has some restraint.
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"Oh." She checks her phone, startled to realize just how much time has passed. It's not late enough that she has to leg it back home -- Saoirse won't be shivering on the front step or anything -- but she shouldn't linger much longer if she wants to beat the lass home without rushing. "Yes. She'll be getting home from school soon."
It's a pity. She hadn't known what to expect, going in, and she hadn't been certain of his intentions. But it's getting easier to believe that this is all sincerely meant. Whether he's slightly mental for being interested in her may be up for debate, but... god, he really does seem interested. It's unbelievable, and ridiculously flattering, and she'd really like to stay longer and just sort of bask in it, as if he's the walking embodiment of an unseasonably warm day.
She settles for a wide smile that she just barely keeps from turning into an outright silly grin. "I think I could manage that. We only tried one tea, after all." There, that's a much more measured response than what she's actually thinking, which would be something more like, God, yes, of course, you're dreamy and I can't believe you actually want to see more of me, I'd be completely bonkers to turn you down. At least she has some restraint.