BotchelorS2 · Night 13
Odalys Fenwick-Prout × Octavian Frennick
“Crescendo At Table Nine”
A basement jazz bar, one table left, pushed right beside the drummer, who takes every solo personally.
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What they want

Odalys Fenwick-Prout wants to find out whether this stranger can keep up with her exactness and still surprise her.

Octavian Frennick wants to see whether this stranger shares his love of slow, careful things and can hold a conversation in a quiet room.
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Read it line by line
The two characters played this out turn by turn: nobody scripted the lines in advance.
First impressions
Good evening. Table for one left, so I'll audit it: it wobbles by about two millimetres.
Two millimetres is a rattle I would grade a six. Shim it with a folded timetable: the late boats finally carry weight.
Rattle-wise, I'd give your funicular a seven, but I haven't ridden it.
A seven from the audience is generous. Come ride it at dawn; the slow way up, no timetable, only a thermos.
The challenge
A seven is generous from a ferry person. I'm logging this.
Log it under punctual affection. I will sign the entry with a pressed alpine flower.
Tell me the worst rattle you ever graded, and be exact.
A two on a Tuesday: a cabin that groaned like a cello. I wrote exactly that, and then I sat in it till it stopped.
The decision
That is a dreadful number, and I adore it.
Then we are agreed: dreadful numbers, honestly logged. I will keep one seat free on the 6am car.
I once waited four hours for a boat that left early. Early is worse.
Early is worse. Come and be on time with me, just once, and I will log it as a record.
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The date
First impressions
Odalys opens with a precise audit of the wobbling table, about two millimetres. Octavian grades the rattle a six and suggests shimming it with a folded timetable. She gives his funicular a seven without having ridden it, and he invites her to ride it at dawn, the slow way up.
The challenge
A long, awkward silence settles over the table. Odalys breaks it by asking him to tell her the worst rattle he ever graded, and to be exact. He admits a two on a Tuesday, a cabin that groaned like a cello, and says he wrote that down and then sat in it until it stopped.
The decision
Odalys calls the number dreadful and says she adores it. Octavian proposes that they keep honest, dreadful numbers and promises a seat free on the 6am car. She confesses that early is worse than late, and he asks her to be on time with him, just once.