When Molly comes a'knockin

[channe]

"I do not, at this point in time." Cory responds. He'll rise, fold the handkerchief and press out the wrinkles, leaving it on his desk as he walks across the room. He'll open the door for her and stand beside it. "Thank you for the visit -- it was most pleasant, and most enlightening. Good afternoon, Miss O'Neill, and feel free to return if you have any more questions."

When she leaves, he'd return to his desk and stare into the remains of the teacup. Anne will bustle around him, clearing the dishes and wiping up any stray crumbs from the tea-biscuit almost immediately (knowing that her boss's fastidiousness will not tolerate cold tea left on a desk for long). He'll be thinking about his next move: pawn, bishop, or queen?

There's a moment when he imagines his head exploding after being pursued down the main drag by a chattering woman. It isn't pleasant.

[BrokenDreamer]

"Nay, thank ye .. fer actually listenin' ta m'side ah tha story." It was something that very few seemed willing to hear and to find just one person that believed her? It helped, a lot to ease some of the stress that had been slowly building up as of late.

With a nod and a smile, the woman was whisking out with a dance of those summer skirts about the ankle ..pointedly -ignoring- the baker that had been so rude to her earlier as she passed through the lower levels, then out the door she would trot. Through the crowds and back to the haven the tavern has become throughout this mess.