George
Honestly, George had few interests outside of his work; the knitting and crocheting and needlework was merely a holdover from a youth spent with only his ma for company. Outside of that, most of his time was spent working, or planning, or gathering information - all related to his ability to turn a profit by, shall we say, relocating certain treasures of interest.
"Aye, you can, but when you've grown up in Torchline, the beach starts to lose its luster." It wasn't strictly true - he did love a good beach sunset - but it sounded reasonable in his mind just then. In any case, he levered himself up off the couch and made his way to the kitchen, leaving El to lounge on the couch. Looking in the fridge, he grimaced. There wasn't much to choose from. "We've got some leftover pasta," he called over his shoulder. "Or I can make some sandwiches. Or we could go somewhere." In this, he was very much the stereotypical bachelor; his grocery shopping and cooking left something to be desired.
"Aye, you can, but when you've grown up in Torchline, the beach starts to lose its luster." It wasn't strictly true - he did love a good beach sunset - but it sounded reasonable in his mind just then. In any case, he levered himself up off the couch and made his way to the kitchen, leaving El to lounge on the couch. Looking in the fridge, he grimaced. There wasn't much to choose from. "We've got some leftover pasta," he called over his shoulder. "Or I can make some sandwiches. Or we could go somewhere." In this, he was very much the stereotypical bachelor; his grocery shopping and cooking left something to be desired.
