Earlier in the night, Hugo would have squirmed a bit at such a greeting, weary of why this person could tell who HE WAS even though he couldn't tell who THEY WERE. Is there something about him that's so... obviously apparent? But it's a little later in the evening, and he's now confident in the anonymity charm's efficacy.
So, instead of fretting, he plays along.
"There you are! I've been waiting for you." Hugo glances around furtively. "I was afraid you wouldn't show up."
Delighted at having found someone to play along, Grizzy drops her hand to intertwine their fingers. "Of course I did. How could I defy destiny by doing anything else?"
She doesn't have any idea who this is, and honestly, she's beyond excited. An anonymous masquerade is the perfect chance to find her soulmate, after all. Or at least someone to kiss. "Have you tried the eggs?"
"You're so right. Tonight of all nights we should give way to destiny." Hugo interlaces his fingers with the mystery person's and gives the hand a squeeze. How fun! How romantic! How--
The egg question catches Hugo off guard. "Erm-- no?" Eggs are an odd party food, are they not? He tries to recover quickly: "I just mean, I figured they were best enjoyed with someone. You know?"
"I know that eggs are high in fat, but honestly, these eggs are so good," Grizzy says, misinterpreting his hesitation. "And what's Easter without eggs?" Without waiting for an answer, she tugs him by the hand towards the mushrooms that hold the food and drinks.
"I guess it'd just be the day Jesus is resurrected." How... depressing. This mystery woman is so right: the eggs are very important. Hugo runs to the food station and takes in the spread. He turns to his partner, hand still in hers. "Toss one into my mouth."
She scrunches her nose like she smells an old egg. That is not romantic, and honestly, she had kind of forgotten that part all together.
But that hiccup is easily passed, however, as Grizzy contemplates the spread of eggs. "Okay. Soft boiled, then. So you don't choke." Concern for his safety is the height of romance, on the other hand.
Literal egg on his face. Hugo uses his tunic to wipe the yolk from his cheek. "Didn't choke!"
Hugo notices a little more yolk in his hair, above his ear. He moves to clean it, then stops. It'll stay. "For you to find me in the morning," he explains.
Edited (flipped a coin for egg catching success) 2021-04-04 00:53 (UTC)
THE WOODS: A Young Woman Who Recognizes You
So, instead of fretting, he plays along.
"There you are! I've been waiting for you." Hugo glances around furtively. "I was afraid you wouldn't show up."
THE WOODS: A Young Woman Who Recognizes You
She doesn't have any idea who this is, and honestly, she's beyond excited. An anonymous masquerade is the perfect chance to find her soulmate, after all. Or at least someone to kiss. "Have you tried the eggs?"
THE WOODS: A Young Woman Who Recognizes You
The egg question catches Hugo off guard. "Erm-- no?" Eggs are an odd party food, are they not? He tries to recover quickly: "I just mean, I figured they were best enjoyed with someone. You know?"
THE WOODS: A Young Woman Who Recognizes You
THE WOODS: A Young Woman Who Recognizes You
THE WOODS: A Young Woman Who Recognizes You
But that hiccup is easily passed, however, as Grizzy contemplates the spread of eggs. "Okay. Soft boiled, then. So you don't choke." Concern for his safety is the height of romance, on the other hand.
THE WOODS: A Young Woman Who Recognizes You
Hugo notices a little more yolk in his hair, above his ear. He moves to clean it, then stops. It'll stay. "For you to find me in the morning," he explains.