Seeing that Cecil is indeed serious about the spatula, Anzu detaches his shift cuffs — he only wears tailored shirts with starched cuffs on Shabbosim and khagim — and rolls up his shirtsleeves, and takes up his post as latke-flipper. He's pretty good at it, and quite practised.
He listens attentively to Cecil's speech, privately appreciating that Cecil's got a very good voice. Gerry's very lucky, he decides.
"It makes sense, darling," he finally says. "Ah. In the abstract, at least. But in my particular case, feh, I must confess I'm, ah. Surprised, I suppose. It's one thing if my Leyb finds me attractive. It's a whole other matter if, ah. If I find myself ... ah. Popular."
His self-image isn't dire, but for all his vanity, he doesn't expect others to appreciate his look — or his personality — quite as much as, say, Lev does.
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Seeing that Cecil is indeed serious about the spatula, Anzu detaches his shift cuffs — he only wears tailored shirts with starched cuffs on Shabbosim and khagim — and rolls up his shirtsleeves, and takes up his post as latke-flipper. He's pretty good at it, and quite practised.
He listens attentively to Cecil's speech, privately appreciating that Cecil's got a very good voice. Gerry's very lucky, he decides.
"It makes sense, darling," he finally says. "Ah. In the abstract, at least. But in my particular case, feh, I must confess I'm, ah. Surprised, I suppose. It's one thing if my Leyb finds me attractive. It's a whole other matter if, ah. If I find myself ... ah. Popular."
His self-image isn't dire, but for all his vanity, he doesn't expect others to appreciate his look — or his personality — quite as much as, say, Lev does.