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Saul?

( The Honorable Saul Goodman? His eyebrows raise a little with surprise, but he says nothing on that particular point, just beams a little with the mention of Godiva. ) G-Godiva chocolates are uh, really g-good. ( Good work, Saul. ) Have you, um, had a m-mocha, yet? It's chocolate in a drink um, w-with the c-coffee.

( Although, there's a moment of-- ) Unless he p-put the um, G-Godiva in the-- coffee and not coffee flavor G-Godiva. ( Softly, and a little confused, looking back to Anne questioningly.

He has already been pretty abused without being a servant. )

Okay. ( Let him just be awesome and totally serve up some brownie for both of them, holding it out on a plate for Anne before he grabs up his own. ) N-not a um, a servant, b-but-- here to help? ( Nervous, as much as hopeful, before he sighs a little and slides back to actually pour the coffee. ) I uh, actually that w-was why I w-was uh, was hoping to see you.

He made mention of it, but no I have not yet. I purchased my coffee for home in the after hours.

[ Even now it's easy to dismiss most of Donny's rambling, and just address what needs to be rather than constantly telling him to shut up so she can answer.

She accepts the plate, though waits for him to eat first. ]

For your courtesies?

If-- if you'd l-like I c-can uh, I can m-make you one. I m-mean, it won't b-be the best one ever, but um.

( A little shrug, with the offer. Just if she'd like to try, as he clatters about getting the sugar and cream and everything.

Sticking his head through the doorway again, ) That's-- m-manners and stuff, right? ( Because he's nodding a little. ) There's uh, a l-lot of-- a lot of p-people away from home. Least uh, least I c-can do is t-treat them-- treat them right? ( Bow, offer them a chair, a drink, know the courtesies. ) Treat them the way they are used t-to be at home, I m-mean. And um-- yup.

I would be delighted to have such a treat made by mine own friend than one I ought not know behind a counter.

[ Okay Donny first off...stop sticking your head through the door and jabbering back and forth like that what are you a fishwife. ]

You are doing well enough on your own to do this with me... You have made me feel more welcome here than many. What is it you would like help with?

( He's trying to be polite and not ignore her! Gosh. But he makes the coffee, adds some actually pretty decent hot cocoa powder goodness, and it must be said that Max has schooled him well in the art of making coffee. Given what they have to work with in Exsilium, it's destined to be pretty delicious. Also he just likes making food, go figure. He shuffles back in with mochas for both of them, claiming a seat and setting their drinks down on the table. )

It's uh, n-not going to b-be as good as um, as like-- at a cafe? B-but, um, yep.

( He totally also grated some actual chocolate in there, okay. Dedication. )

I d-don't-- know. I figured you'd um, know where I'm n-not-- not doing c-courtesies right. ( A beat. ) And I n-never know when t-to uh, to bow.

( So perplexed, but at least he's finally having a bite of brownie. Delicious fudgey brownie. )

Well, you must remember that I was taught the courtesies for women of my class, not men of yours. I think mayhap Cesare would have more success in this. But when you bow...

[ She sets both mocha and brownie down without even trying them, standing now that her legs have had a chance to remember they're her legs and they will do as she wills. ]

You are making a reverence. The depth of it depends entirely on your status and that of the one you are paying it to. It can be a nod [ Like so, though hers is with a lady's flourish. ] on to a grave reverence. You must understand, I cannot properly show you how deep you would be expected to go before a king... [ She presses one hand to her belly, apologetically. ]

D-do um, if-- d-does it change with um, if you're friends or uh, or if you admire someone a l-lot?

( Perhaps his expression has an element of help in it, because Cesare is sort of... alarming, makes him uncomfortable in ways he can't put his finger on, and maybe it's just because he's shy and tends to be an idiot about this stuff. Cesare had been good, but he'd also said strange things to Max and he just-- it's not the point.

Better to pay attention to her words, how she says them, nodding eagerly. ) I g-get it.

( He knows she can't show him, it might not be proper and all these other things, but he attempts it - not too badly, although there's obviously a moment where he thinks about stopping, and then bows lower still, and hesitates again, glancing up at Anne instead of straightening up in a kind of do I need to go lower? way.

Trying so hard once again, Mr. Casey. )

[ Improper, yes, but she kind of means she literally CAN'T bow as low as can be. Her bodice literally prevents her from doing so without being in pain. ]

Only when such friends are together in private. One must always be aware of the public's eye, and it's tongue.

[ You want to be an Englishman so bad, Donny? Anne moves to his side and points to his leg, then brushes her hand beneath his chin, despite him already glancing up. ]

You are meant to scrape your foot...here. Sweep it just a touch. And keep your face up as you bow. Hold your left hand to your belly, and allow your right to sweep out.

Right.

( With a slight frown, head canted as he looks to Anne. ) P-people-- like the sound of their v-voices.

( Murmured, as his gaze moves away from her again. He was more than well acquainted with sharp tongues, a shadow falling across his face. Sadly, there had never really been another option, for him, no way to hide away from such judgment. Instead of going into that - it doesn't matter, probably would not be of any interest, would only serve to prove him more pathetic, before he corrects the bow, straightens, and turns just enough performs the second more smoothly controlled, follow her instructions perfectly, bowing to her instead of some invisible other. )

Thank you.

[ As he fixes his own errors, she continues to fine tune it in places she has not verbally instructed, straightening his arm and pulling at the elbow, so it's as form as can be with his hand to his middle. Then, he is near perfect. As reward she curtsies low, much lower than she should for one like Donny, so that they can meet at eye level. ]

I owe you much, so I deserve no thanks, and my ears will hear of none.

( Head tilted, even as he bows, something bemused playing into his smile. The smile he knows away quickly, embarrassed by himself, because his-- he's pretty sure his smile is stupid looking, before he straightens up smoothly. )

I'll, um. J-just have to b-be-- be sneakier with the thanks, then.

( Donny shut up you're an idiot. He would sigh at himself, but he resists, for the moment. ) And, um. You r-really d-- d-don't owe me anything. I p-promise.

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