[ They're good drawings, Sam. Come on, you've seen 'em. Or at least — a few of them, right before they wound up in this place and the notebook he'd been carrying around with him appeared to get lost in the shuffle between universe-crossing. Still, he's pretty happy with the purchases he's made here, and he's not-so-secretly excited to test out the stack of pencils too. Imagine that: real art supplies from the 1920s; oh, it's something he'd love to tell Elena about, only — well. Never mind.
Anyway. ]
There were other lighters at the newstands. [ — said in the equivalent tone of 'we have McDonalds at home'. And don't think Nate didn't notice Sam subtly swiping cigarettes out from under newstand vendors' noses, not once, not even twice either. ] Sure, nothing as fancy — [ Nate gestures lightly towards the pieces displayed on red velvet pedestals. ] — but is it really worth whatever may or may not happen if we get caught?
[ That last part is hushed under his breath, and Nate knows it's pretty much a moot argument; he can already tell there's no real way around this, and he's going to be roped into some quick-thought scheme and a lighter's vanishing act. He knows this. Still, maybe it does some iota of good to at least try and attempt to steer them both on the right path, even when he's already casing out the exit routes and watching the uniformed doormen from his position on the sidewalk. ]
this will be brositively wonderful (or horrible)
Anyway. ]
There were other lighters at the newstands. [ — said in the equivalent tone of 'we have McDonalds at home'. And don't think Nate didn't notice Sam subtly swiping cigarettes out from under newstand vendors' noses, not once, not even twice either. ] Sure, nothing as fancy — [ Nate gestures lightly towards the pieces displayed on red velvet pedestals. ] — but is it really worth whatever may or may not happen if we get caught?
[ That last part is hushed under his breath, and Nate knows it's pretty much a moot argument; he can already tell there's no real way around this, and he's going to be roped into some quick-thought scheme and a lighter's vanishing act. He knows this. Still, maybe it does some iota of good to at least try and attempt to steer them both on the right path, even when he's already casing out the exit routes and watching the uniformed doormen from his position on the sidewalk. ]