User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-30014014-20180218051709/@comment-28358106-20180225074722

Lucida says nothing more for the moment, as she's lifted her hand ever so slightly, so she can watch Gladus eat. It isn't that she doesn't appreciate the simple action of his indulgence, as any host might. But rather, she watches him eat. She knows that he is a singular creature, quite unlike any other, and especially unlike any butterfly she's ever seen, and this is a rare chance. Being so she watches his mouthparts, watching them bite and chew, noting how they move, unlike mundane butterflies and their sipping tubules, long and spiraled for the necks of flowers. In her moment of juvenile fascination, it never occurs to her just how rude her stare might be.

"Oh, well then," Thomas says, only mildly disappointed at his squashed sandwich, "It's my pleasure.  I know that might seem a tad...inadequate, but really, it really is my pleasure.  I only gave you a little push, as it were, from the veil of ether and into the world of experience.  You've sorted the rest out on your own."

He casts a hidden smile at the Jester, one done with the eyes, then looks back to Alex.

"And quite well, I might add.  You're almost a completely different person from the last time I saw you, but that doesn't surprise me, given your company.  But why right now?  Is this a special occasion?  I mean, it is already, what with your visit...thank you, darling."

He turns his waist and places an affectionate hand on Antoinette's foreleg as she dabs up a tiny bit of his sandwich from his sleeve, and she blushes deeply at his attention.