Sonia limply shrugs one shoulder at the marriage questions.
"Mm. For me, I don't know. Depends on how long the war goes on, I guess." Surprise surprise, she doesn't actually like talking about her potential marriage future on Barrayar. She'd always wanted to go back to Beta, to escape the whole Barrayaran system. "It isn't usually as bad as it sounds. Olivia's just -- you know, we're Vorbarras. Part of the Imperial family. But courting isn't the same thing as dating. Courting is something you do with the intent to marry the other person -- dating is just for fun. It's hard to explain. It's all very political."
Except that when she says political, it sounds a lot more like bullshit. Let's move on. She gives him a pale smile. "Pirozhki are like...hm. Like little pies or buns with stuffing inside. Meat, vegetables, that kind of thing." Maybe she could ask a favor of the Village Speaker's wife. She'd be happy to make a few pirozhki for her the Princess, wouldn't she? She tries not to let a little misery creep into her expression and just squeezes Tucker's hand. "I would be back on Beta if it weren't for the wormhole blockade, and...everything."
The war. The fact that if Sonia tried to get off planet, odds are whatever ship she's on would get shot down before making it through the blockade. Ugh. Not her favorite topic, either. So instead she just focuses on the present -- on Tucker, the things he's telling her for which she has no frame of reference, but that's what she likes about it. It's like another fantasy of someone else's reality, like Byerly's Vorbarr Sultana.
"1992? God, that's old." Sonia lets out a little laugh, slightly wheezy. "I don't think I've ever watched anything older than...oh, 29th century, maybe. I wasn't that into film history as a child." She rubs her thumb idly over the back of Tucker's hand and that small little smile breaks into a pale grin, her eyes brightening. "Tucker, are you asking me out on a date?"
They'd been talking hypotheticals until now. Sonia looks positively pleased at the idea, though. It is sort of what she's wanted for years and years now, but her options are so limited, and do not include dating prole boys.
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"Mm. For me, I don't know. Depends on how long the war goes on, I guess." Surprise surprise, she doesn't actually like talking about her potential marriage future on Barrayar. She'd always wanted to go back to Beta, to escape the whole Barrayaran system. "It isn't usually as bad as it sounds. Olivia's just -- you know, we're Vorbarras. Part of the Imperial family. But courting isn't the same thing as dating. Courting is something you do with the intent to marry the other person -- dating is just for fun. It's hard to explain. It's all very political."
Except that when she says political, it sounds a lot more like bullshit. Let's move on. She gives him a pale smile. "Pirozhki are like...hm. Like little pies or buns with stuffing inside. Meat, vegetables, that kind of thing." Maybe she could ask a favor of the Village Speaker's wife. She'd be happy to make a few pirozhki for her the Princess, wouldn't she? She tries not to let a little misery creep into her expression and just squeezes Tucker's hand. "I would be back on Beta if it weren't for the wormhole blockade, and...everything."
The war. The fact that if Sonia tried to get off planet, odds are whatever ship she's on would get shot down before making it through the blockade. Ugh. Not her favorite topic, either. So instead she just focuses on the present -- on Tucker, the things he's telling her for which she has no frame of reference, but that's what she likes about it. It's like another fantasy of someone else's reality, like Byerly's Vorbarr Sultana.
"1992? God, that's old." Sonia lets out a little laugh, slightly wheezy. "I don't think I've ever watched anything older than...oh, 29th century, maybe. I wasn't that into film history as a child." She rubs her thumb idly over the back of Tucker's hand and that small little smile breaks into a pale grin, her eyes brightening. "Tucker, are you asking me out on a date?"
They'd been talking hypotheticals until now. Sonia looks positively pleased at the idea, though. It is sort of what she's wanted for years and years now, but her options are so limited, and do not include dating prole boys.