[Meanwhile, everything that the staffer says goes right over Benedikta's head. She prides herself on being a smart, cunning woman, which is why it's so goddamn frustrating that she doesn't understand anything of what's being said about the "apps" and "settings" and how to open her messages? This thing can send correspondence without the use of a stolas? And how in the world is she even supposed to write them—
And when the staffer shows her the "keyboard" that bears a striking resemblance to the "typewriter" that they saw earlier, she just about throws the shellphone back in their face.
Now here she is, stuck with Cidolfus in an empty corner of the shop who, for better or worse, hardly registers her confused presence beside her as he swipes at the screen while she just stares down at the glowing screen as if it's just insulted her.
She does watch him through the corner of her eye, her lips pulled into a thin, impatient line, parting only when he finally sings his praises.]
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And when the staffer shows her the "keyboard" that bears a striking resemblance to the "typewriter" that they saw earlier, she just about throws the shellphone back in their face.
Now here she is, stuck with Cidolfus in an empty corner of the shop who, for better or worse, hardly registers her confused presence beside her as he swipes at the screen while she just stares down at the glowing screen as if it's just insulted her.
She does watch him through the corner of her eye, her lips pulled into a thin, impatient line, parting only when he finally sings his praises.]
I think it's ridiculous.
[Yeah, she's being a party-pooper.]