[She's carefully watching him for any sign she may have just embarrassed herself completely. The reaction she gets is... not promising. But typically stoic for Garson.]
I'm not asking about places, Garson. I don't care about that. I just...
[With a huff, she looks back towards the fire, beet red.]
no subject
I'm not asking about places, Garson. I don't care about that. I just...
[With a huff, she looks back towards the fire, beet red.]
I've thought about it.