Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom

To say Chaucer was impressed was an understatment; he was completely flabbergasted that he knew that much about his book! A feeling completely foreign to him took hold in his head for the briefest moment, before fleeing into some forgotten recess: inferiority. Disliked powdered wigs? Yes, he supposed that was something best kept inside. Just as the Victorian bustle, powdered hair was something perhaps that humankind simply never truly accepted for even in their own time periods they were scoffed relentlessly! Fashion must be a masochist...
That aside, Art was truly knowledgeable and this was an asset. He had to agree, despite the implications, that 'Modern Love' was definately superior to the older traditions he insisted on putting himself through.

Appearences, appearences.

"Art, you never fail to surprise me!" Chaucer gave a hearty laugh before he took the goblet up once more. As much as he wanted to complain, the juice was far better than what he was used to.



"Now let's not be rash! Sometimes its a treat to know someone without a poker face, which can get quite irritating, and boldness is considered a compliment by gourmets who insist upon this quality in their better sauces. Where was I going... Ah, what I mean is your forward personality is obviously a good thing as it is unique to yourself, yes?" Chaucer found himself fiddling with a fork - he was quite hungry, but the conversation was still ripe! "I would be distraught if you suddenly became a wallflower for the sake of it! What a way to be forgotten by history - why live if not to be remembered? Or is that too presumptious... you may forget that last bit as I haven't decided whether it was actually good or not."