[ She feels like she's floating along in a dream in which occrus a series of very convenient contrivances. A helpful and handsome Englishmen willing to take time out of his day to guide her from the street, and who so happens to be excellent at baking and is willing to teach her about it while spoiling her with sweets, and who is also in possession of shoes she might be able to polish later. Sometimes fate is kind, and there is nothing to be skeptical of here whatsover.
If she were fully sober she'd probably find interest in his birdlike gesture, but alas. She only continues to drift after him like a float on a rope. ]
You're very nice, Mr. Sebs... Mr. Sebatch... Mr. Sea Bass.
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If she were fully sober she'd probably find interest in his birdlike gesture, but alas. She only continues to drift after him like a float on a rope. ]
You're very nice, Mr. Sebs... Mr. Sebatch... Mr. Sea Bass.