[There's something that rings strangely — well, something, in the effortless way she offers her perspective on the resort's idea of starting hospitality. More than what I'd have to spend normally, she says, and for a second the chasm of disparity that opens between their respective expectations is vast. How his own rank has always abraded, just a little — so close to the prestige of royalty, but never quite enough. How easily she talks about having a handful of chips like it's a fortune.
It's a preoccupying enough thought that he isn't really paying attention to what she's selecting from the table, or her intentions with it. A moment's lapse into idle thought. But whatever she'd said, the inflection marks it as a question, so he offers a noncommittal hum without really realizing that it's a sound someone might unthinkingly take as an answer.]
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It's a preoccupying enough thought that he isn't really paying attention to what she's selecting from the table, or her intentions with it. A moment's lapse into idle thought. But whatever she'd said, the inflection marks it as a question, so he offers a noncommittal hum without really realizing that it's a sound someone might unthinkingly take as an answer.]