Arya let a frown colour her features for a moment, though it was of a more quizzical nature than disappointment. "Since when do you know anything about wine?" Not to mention, she wasn't interested in the taste so much as that red was healthier than white, as far as she knew - but the waiter was already gone. The woman considered huffing; she had actually, for once, picked something out without demanding that someone else do it for her - but of course, that was the other side of the coin. She wanted to be babied in these scenarios. If she kicked up a fuss, perhaps Jasper would avoid it in future, and she'd be left to flounder when she truly did need his help. So, with a wistful last glance at their retreating server, Arya returned to their conversation in time to be teased. She wrinkled her nose.
"Yes, all these people and their impeccable taste in flowers - how dare they!" Of course, this playful haughtiness dissolved into a true smile when Jasper proffered his real thoughts on the matter. "Thank you."
As their meal arrived, Arya traded it for a brief, superficial smile, then settled in to hear Jasper's spiel, complemented sourly by a brief sip of her wine. It was bitter and dry - just how she hated it, but she nodded along with his tale and smiled through the cringing sting of it on her gums.
"Beautiful people, huh? I could do with one of those lately..." She was looking down at her food, then, pushing the rice around on her plate rather than to actually scoop any up to eat. "Do you think I could come with you? Tonight?" Finally lifting a fork-full, Arya shoved a heaping serving of rice and mushroom into her mouth, almost as if to keep herself from saying anything more, or emoting in any way to his imminent response. Of course, she expected him to say no, and she wasn't amazing when it came to rejection. She wasn't very used to it, see, so having a face full of rice was likely to soften the blow of her puppy dog eyes. She didn't hope to sway him too much; she wasn't beyond understanding how having his older sister around could limp his reputation and capacity to fully satisfy his clientele - whatever that may mean. Additionally, she wanted him to want her there - even though she knew he wouldn't, presumably for the aforementioned reasons - rather than convincing him to let her come.
"Yes, all these people and their impeccable taste in flowers - how dare they!" Of course, this playful haughtiness dissolved into a true smile when Jasper proffered his real thoughts on the matter. "Thank you."
As their meal arrived, Arya traded it for a brief, superficial smile, then settled in to hear Jasper's spiel, complemented sourly by a brief sip of her wine. It was bitter and dry - just how she hated it, but she nodded along with his tale and smiled through the cringing sting of it on her gums.
"Beautiful people, huh? I could do with one of those lately..." She was looking down at her food, then, pushing the rice around on her plate rather than to actually scoop any up to eat. "Do you think I could come with you? Tonight?" Finally lifting a fork-full, Arya shoved a heaping serving of rice and mushroom into her mouth, almost as if to keep herself from saying anything more, or emoting in any way to his imminent response. Of course, she expected him to say no, and she wasn't amazing when it came to rejection. She wasn't very used to it, see, so having a face full of rice was likely to soften the blow of her puppy dog eyes. She didn't hope to sway him too much; she wasn't beyond understanding how having his older sister around could limp his reputation and capacity to fully satisfy his clientele - whatever that may mean. Additionally, she wanted him to want her there - even though she knew he wouldn't, presumably for the aforementioned reasons - rather than convincing him to let her come.
