Not a story for public consumption? Ms. Steinbeck, are you insinuating that it's shockingly salacious?

[He teases easily as she leads him towards the wall, leaning against it once they arrive and have themselves a space to chat without putting themselves in anyone's way.]

I don't know that it would suit me as well as it does you, but I wouldn't say no— it does look comfortable. Besides, I like the idea of having something from your neck of the woods, as it were.

[He's a sap, there's no denying it.]