[Please. Please allow Sophie to choke a little on her surprise, and look over her shoulder at Howl as she says this - so very pointedly.]
Started sleeping on the floor, did he? Came in and started to cook, do, is it? I wonder where he could've gotten that idea...
[She's impossibly happy, for some reason, that her ways seem to have transferred to Howl. If anything, it gives her hope - and, at the very least, it entertains her a whole great deal, because he can never hold that against her again. Not when he does the same.
Infinitely more cheery, she turns her attention to Pavel again.]
I hope he's a good cook, at least. [She knows common courtesy would be to pay the house a compliment, but...it's all so disorganized. She focuses on something else.] What were you doing before? With all those - knobs and things.
chekov you made her DAY
Started sleeping on the floor, did he? Came in and started to cook, do, is it? I wonder where he could've gotten that idea...
[She's impossibly happy, for some reason, that her ways seem to have transferred to Howl. If anything, it gives her hope - and, at the very least, it entertains her a whole great deal, because he can never hold that against her again. Not when he does the same.
Infinitely more cheery, she turns her attention to Pavel again.]
I hope he's a good cook, at least. [She knows common courtesy would be to pay the house a compliment, but...it's all so disorganized. She focuses on something else.] What were you doing before? With all those - knobs and things.