He smiles a little, pleased that Jack is taking it in stride for now. Of course the concept of a market district isn’t a new one, but the execution of putting the whole thing under one roof is so quintessentially American that he assumed someone from a time before America existed would be...at least a little boggled by it. He really needs to not underestimate this one.
Eliot nods, jotting down another line of notes as Jack explains what he needs. The disrespect for personal space notwithstanding, Eliot’s glad to be able to help here. He writes down basics—look normal, and considers what all that might entail, how many stops they’d have to make. He only glances up when Jack asks him if he has any purchases he needs to make for himself.
“Oh,” he says by way of answer, looking probably very stupid before he stops being surprised by the question and affects a smile. “I’ve no great need of anything, no, but of course I can’t resist making at least a few frivolous purchases.” Eliot laughs with practiced self-deprecation.
“Anyway I haven’t been here long enough to know how cold it gets in the winter, but seeing as you came from the Caribbean you’ll probably be suffering even if it’s mild.” He looks Jack over, appraising his general look. “Even with a warm coat, let’s get you some layers for versatility. Never fear,” Eliot smirks, “I’m not going to put you in a parka.”
He finds the directory a few yards in and begins the tedious business of decoding Darrow store names into anything that has meaning to him. “Dacy’s?” Eliot shakes his head in disgust, but it’s probably their best bet. “For fuck’s sake.”
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Eliot nods, jotting down another line of notes as Jack explains what he needs. The disrespect for personal space notwithstanding, Eliot’s glad to be able to help here. He writes down basics—look normal, and considers what all that might entail, how many stops they’d have to make. He only glances up when Jack asks him if he has any purchases he needs to make for himself.
“Oh,” he says by way of answer, looking probably very stupid before he stops being surprised by the question and affects a smile. “I’ve no great need of anything, no, but of course I can’t resist making at least a few frivolous purchases.” Eliot laughs with practiced self-deprecation.
“Anyway I haven’t been here long enough to know how cold it gets in the winter, but seeing as you came from the Caribbean you’ll probably be suffering even if it’s mild.” He looks Jack over, appraising his general look. “Even with a warm coat, let’s get you some layers for versatility. Never fear,” Eliot smirks, “I’m not going to put you in a parka.”
He finds the directory a few yards in and begins the tedious business of decoding Darrow store names into anything that has meaning to him. “Dacy’s?” Eliot shakes his head in disgust, but it’s probably their best bet. “For fuck’s sake.”