George
George wasn't sure how long El would be staying, only that they were welcome for as long as they needed. It was, after all, his fault that they were here. It was also kind of nice, getting to know someone as a friend instead of as an acquaintance or a business partner.
The work that George displayed was the torso part of the sweater, and the stitches were indeed neat and orderly thanks to many years of practice. If he actually sat down to knit something like this without interruption, it wouldn't take that long to finish; as it was, this project would probably take him through next season - if he didn't get distracted, that is. "Thanks," he told El with a certain amount of pride in his voice. Then, quirking an eyebrow and offering a crooked grin of his own, he said. "This? This isn't your color. Maybe next project." And he winked.
He was pleased that El had enjoyed the beach so, and he said as much. "I'm glad you liked it. It's nice to go every now and then, but it's harder to work the beach, so I don't go as often as I'd like." People didn't tend to carry much on their persons or in their belongings when they ventured out onto the sands, and he'd found over the years that the beach was slim picking for someone like him. "Food, I can help with," he offered with a grin, carefully storing away his project for another day in an ottoman near the couch. "Can you make it to the kitchen, or shall I carry you?" he teased.
The work that George displayed was the torso part of the sweater, and the stitches were indeed neat and orderly thanks to many years of practice. If he actually sat down to knit something like this without interruption, it wouldn't take that long to finish; as it was, this project would probably take him through next season - if he didn't get distracted, that is. "Thanks," he told El with a certain amount of pride in his voice. Then, quirking an eyebrow and offering a crooked grin of his own, he said. "This? This isn't your color. Maybe next project." And he winked.
He was pleased that El had enjoyed the beach so, and he said as much. "I'm glad you liked it. It's nice to go every now and then, but it's harder to work the beach, so I don't go as often as I'd like." People didn't tend to carry much on their persons or in their belongings when they ventured out onto the sands, and he'd found over the years that the beach was slim picking for someone like him. "Food, I can help with," he offered with a grin, carefully storing away his project for another day in an ottoman near the couch. "Can you make it to the kitchen, or shall I carry you?" he teased.
