Dwarfed? He usually towered over most people at seven feet tall.
“Oh…I enjoy this and that. Bit of a hoarder of more valuable ones.” He chuckled as he got a soda for himself. “Some people might think I have a hoarding problem. I just call it good taste.”
She laughed softly before taking a sip of her drink. Her face distorted somewhat at the taste, but slowly, Sarah was getting adjusted to it. Placing the drink down on a napkin, her eyes focused on the liquid inside whilst talking. “Well, I doubt you have any of mine. They are not really that valuable. Perhaps after I die, you might hang one on your wall."
With a smile, Sarah rested an elbow on the surface before her and tilted her head to rest her cheek at her closed fist. "Even then, I have to wonder.” Looking at the soda he drank, her eyes trailed over to his features with a curious expression crossing her features.
