BBaz gave a snort of laughter as Charlie launched into interrogating Chrysanthe about his sister. He did not have the heart to tell him that the two of them had only really tangentially been friends, by virtue of the fact that Baz was her friend and Georgianna was his sister. Georgie’s social circles never really intersected with Baz’s, nor Chrysanthe’s. Her area of study was vastly different, and she had her own friends. Though the twins were always close, they were very distinctly their own people. It seemed that whether or not he told Charlie this himself, the disappointment was inevitable. Chrysanthe was quick to Still, Baz knew a few things she didn’t that might keep the conversation off him for a bit longer.
“You might actually like her, Charlie,” he said, “she’s got a similar knack for mischief. When we were fifteen, she turned in a still-life painting of two tomatoes and a courgette arranged very deliberately because she was unhappy with her art teacher.”
He took a sip of his beer. “I told her it wasn’t a good idea, but she’s very headstrong and did it anyways. One of the few times she actually got in trouble for something.”
He looked to Chrysanthe, and smiled. There was a hint of wickedness in it, and he turned his attention back to Charlie again. “On the subject of her and Chrys here, though,” he began, “she did once say that she thought Chrysanthe was ‘very cute’. I also remember Georgie being somewhat envious of how smooth and pretty her hair was.”
Sorry, Chrys, he thought to himself, toying with a corner of the label on his beer that was beginning to peel up slightly.