[Paul adjusts the hat with bolstered confidence, accepting the compliment with a cock of his head like a freshly preened bird. He's getting a little too full of himself, maybe, but he falls back on the recurrent excuse - it is his birthday.]
Thank you. [A flash of a grin.] I do what I can.
[That taken care of, he turns his attention to the bag, hell the last thing on his mind as he eyes it with renewed interest. When Peter offers up his disclaimer about its strength he's almost disappointed, confidence in one area spilling over into another for no reason at all.
He was experimenting with his tolerance of uncertainty on the way here, and that worked out better than he could have guessed. This is another experiment, of a more typical teenage kind, and the fact he's engaging in typical adolescent experimentation is another layer of experiment in itself.
(He's also a little tipsy.)]
I do. What's the next step? Should we go somewhere, or stay here?
as if I'm the picture of speed...
Thank you. [A flash of a grin.] I do what I can.
[That taken care of, he turns his attention to the bag, hell the last thing on his mind as he eyes it with renewed interest. When Peter offers up his disclaimer about its strength he's almost disappointed, confidence in one area spilling over into another for no reason at all.
He was experimenting with his tolerance of uncertainty on the way here, and that worked out better than he could have guessed. This is another experiment, of a more typical teenage kind, and the fact he's engaging in typical adolescent experimentation is another layer of experiment in itself.
(He's also a little tipsy.)]
I do. What's the next step? Should we go somewhere, or stay here?