"Sometimes I think George loves animals more than people," Martha says, giving Esca a crooked smile. "He doesn't eat meat or cheese or anything like that. He won't even wear leather."
It occurs to Martha then that even if she does look it up, she'll have a hell of a time trying to get the information back to a bloke living in ancient Britain. Well, she'll do it for her own self, then. Until then, restaurants. "Well, these're the options," she says, waving a hand at the seemingly endless row of places. Some look rather old-fashioned, like Martha's mental image of some kind of medieval inn, while others are much closer to the sorts of places she visits in London. "We can try any of them you like."
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Date: 2012-06-25 03:11 pm (UTC)It occurs to Martha then that even if she does look it up, she'll have a hell of a time trying to get the information back to a bloke living in ancient Britain. Well, she'll do it for her own self, then. Until then, restaurants. "Well, these're the options," she says, waving a hand at the seemingly endless row of places. Some look rather old-fashioned, like Martha's mental image of some kind of medieval inn, while others are much closer to the sorts of places she visits in London. "We can try any of them you like."