He doesn't look quite at home relaxing on the couch, but that makes sense - he's typically always on the move. She wonders briefly if he's ever sat here for more than the time it takes to look over the day's schedule. Perhaps she'll have to convince him at some point to watch a movie with her.
"I'd miss being able to wander as well," she responds with a brief glance out one of the windows. For all that this island offered - which was quite a lot in terms of beautiful landscape and previously extinct animal species to study (which she thinks she could do for hours, truly); it was still an island. There were only so many places one could wander, or hide away if they chose to.
She nods in agreement at the bar comment. "With a job like this, somewhere to decompress is essential. Though I sincerely doubt your boss would sign off on a place that readily serves alcohol on an island populated with dinosaurs," she remarks with a small smirk. "No telling how wild your group of wardens might get after a particularly stressful day." Said teasingly. Though, it's probably not terribly far off from the truth, she thinks.
She takes another sip of wine, studying the dark, almost purple hue of it. "The last time you drank about half the bottle of this," she starts, a spark of amusement in her eyes as she gazes at him, "did you actually enjoy the taste? I'm curious. I've been tinkering with the flavor profile, in addition to enchanting it's potency." Live to be almost a hundred years old and you tend to pick up a few hobbies, wine making had been one of them.
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"I'd miss being able to wander as well," she responds with a brief glance out one of the windows. For all that this island offered - which was quite a lot in terms of beautiful landscape and previously extinct animal species to study (which she thinks she could do for hours, truly); it was still an island. There were only so many places one could wander, or hide away if they chose to.
She nods in agreement at the bar comment. "With a job like this, somewhere to decompress is essential. Though I sincerely doubt your boss would sign off on a place that readily serves alcohol on an island populated with dinosaurs," she remarks with a small smirk. "No telling how wild your group of wardens might get after a particularly stressful day." Said teasingly. Though, it's probably not terribly far off from the truth, she thinks.
She takes another sip of wine, studying the dark, almost purple hue of it. "The last time you drank about half the bottle of this," she starts, a spark of amusement in her eyes as she gazes at him, "did you actually enjoy the taste? I'm curious. I've been tinkering with the flavor profile, in addition to enchanting it's potency." Live to be almost a hundred years old and you tend to pick up a few hobbies, wine making had been one of them.