If Lotte had focused more on appearances, it was true she might have been able to get... more out of her surroundings. Bend the men around her to her will, maybe, but she'd never cared much for the company of men. Certainly never trusted them enough to let them close... as strange as it was, Alastor was without a doubt the man she'd been the most intimate with in her life. Before him, not one felt worthy of her faith or effort.
She turned her attention toward him when he approached, watched him run oddly human fingers over the fabric and then snap the cigarette out of existence with no more effort than the flame that lit it.
"There's a fine line between want and need when it comes to clothes." Her brow quirked at him. "I'm fairly certain I will need more than one dress when we first arrive. Even if they do look like... this. Regrettably."
Lotte huffed at them, just an unimpressed as Alastor was, really, but it wasn't like she could run out to the corner store and buy one whenever she pleased, and fabric was hard to come by.
Still, she'd have time once they arrived, wouldn't she? To figure out money and clothes and things like that.
"It's probably not worth it to ask since we're leaving soon, but what do the houses in New Orleans look like? I've only seen places like... this," she gestured around the room, dresses still balanced in her arm, "and farmhouses. Corner stores, pharmacies... places like that."
Her eyes met his, burning with excitement. "Though I figure you're stylish enough, deferring to your taste is probably my best bet. And I do like to be surprised."
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If Lotte had focused more on appearances, it was true she might have been able to get... more out of her surroundings. Bend the men around her to her will, maybe, but she'd never cared much for the company of men. Certainly never trusted them enough to let them close... as strange as it was, Alastor was without a doubt the man she'd been the most intimate with in her life. Before him, not one felt worthy of her faith or effort.
She turned her attention toward him when he approached, watched him run oddly human fingers over the fabric and then snap the cigarette out of existence with no more effort than the flame that lit it.
"There's a fine line between want and need when it comes to clothes." Her brow quirked at him. "I'm fairly certain I will need more than one dress when we first arrive. Even if they do look like... this. Regrettably."
Lotte huffed at them, just an unimpressed as Alastor was, really, but it wasn't like she could run out to the corner store and buy one whenever she pleased, and fabric was hard to come by.
Still, she'd have time once they arrived, wouldn't she? To figure out money and clothes and things like that.
"It's probably not worth it to ask since we're leaving soon, but what do the houses in New Orleans look like? I've only seen places like... this," she gestured around the room, dresses still balanced in her arm, "and farmhouses. Corner stores, pharmacies... places like that."
Her eyes met his, burning with excitement. "Though I figure you're stylish enough, deferring to your taste is probably my best bet. And I do like to be surprised."