"We are entirely in agreement, Monsieur," she calls back before she has even reached the room, and continues while passing through the door carrying an especially grandmotherly tray laden with the sort of porcelain that will never forget it was once dusty. "It was removed to front of the house when the weather turned on the pretense of spring cleaning in the hopes that it would go conveniently missing, and would have been forgotten there if not for the uproar it caused."
If the arrangement she finds in the room waiting for her is odd, she is consumed enough by the pleasure of meeting irritatingly exacting standards (Tea! Sugar! In this economy!) not to notice it as she veers round Val and the cracked pot, his socks and boots to—
She stops. She regards his shoes, the question clearly all but vomiting out of her. Then, just as visibly, she thinks better of it and joins him there on the floor.
"I will admit I had thought we might sit in the chairs."
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Date: 2020-07-23 02:24 am (UTC)If the arrangement she finds in the room waiting for her is odd, she is consumed enough by the pleasure of meeting irritatingly exacting standards (Tea! Sugar! In this economy!) not to notice it as she veers round Val and the cracked pot, his socks and boots to—
She stops. She regards his shoes, the question clearly all but vomiting out of her. Then, just as visibly, she thinks better of it and joins him there on the floor.
"I will admit I had thought we might sit in the chairs."