[Perhaps James Aubel would feel more like a Stranger in a Strange World if he were a less travelled man. As it stands, it isn't his first visit to the States, nor would it likely be his last; however, it was one of the few visits that he's made on holiday, rather than related to some business venture of his.
Even so, he hangs back a couple of steps from Devon, as they approach her family home. Here, he is the guest, and they are the hosts. He has his hands in his pockets, smiling, though one does come up to rub at the stubble on his chin thoughtfully, looking up at the house.]
I like your house. [It isn't dull flattery, it's truth. There's something warm and inviting about it, whereas the Aubel estate -- though quite warm in its own unique way -- reeked with austere English posterity. The change is stark and immediately noticeable.
James catches sight of Ian running towards them, and his grin widens. And is that a dog he sees?]
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Even so, he hangs back a couple of steps from Devon, as they approach her family home. Here, he is the guest, and they are the hosts. He has his hands in his pockets, smiling, though one does come up to rub at the stubble on his chin thoughtfully, looking up at the house.]
I like your house. [It isn't dull flattery, it's truth. There's something warm and inviting about it, whereas the Aubel estate -- though quite warm in its own unique way -- reeked with austere English posterity. The change is stark and immediately noticeable.
James catches sight of Ian running towards them, and his grin widens. And is that a dog he sees?]
The welcoming party is here.