Beneath; Indigo/Coralie :blitz {clue}

With what was left of his sad beef wellington in his room and his conversation with Beryl having come to a close, Indigo wandered into the library for the third time that day.

His fascination with cooking had started to peter out and whittling had turned out to require a deftness with a knife that he wasn’t sure he possessed. The new book he’d started to invest himself in was about the art of winery.

Were there any subjects that their host had not studied at one point or another? He read in silence for a while before his musings were cut short when someone else entered the room.

Coralie.

Indigo got up from where he was sitting. “Evening, Coralie.” He said, striding over to the shelf she was near and replacing the book. He inclined his head slightly in a formal bow. Coralie was an interesting one. He hadn’t seen that much of her and the general consensus was that she was a prissy rich girl who was incapable of functioning in the real world.

He wasn’t entirely sure himself. They hadn't interacted overly much. But perhaps it was time that that changed?

“Your support in the last challenge was a surprise,” he said after a moment. After all, he’d voiced support for the one person most of the interns viewed as her mortal enemy.

“A welcome one, but a surprise nonetheless.” He leaned on the shelf and hoped he didn’t look as dumb as he felt. “Thanks?” he said questioningly, the wink she’d given him coming to the forefront of his mind.

“What was it you said earlier? That I didn’t have good taste? Do you care to elaborate?”