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[_elemmire]

::hears about Caranthire's twins::

::misses her own days of pregnancy and motherhood::

::lights a nice little cigarette, wears her most expensive designer rose-tinted glasses and goes out for a walk::

The aim is to think about the good sides of not being broody, yes.

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[lord_glorfi]

Lavender tinted eyewear is much more chic, you know.

[_elemmire]

Excuse moi, darling, I'm trying to see the world as a brighter place here. But yes, lavendar is in this season, isn't it?

Say...have we met before somewhere? At a charity gala or a ball?

[lord_glorfi]

I believe it was your bath chamber. Sort of.

[_elemmire]

Ah, yes. Deviant mun and all.

[lord_glorfi]

I hope you're not using bubblebath that dries out the skin.

[_elemmire]

That tacky thing? Never. I use a highly moisturizing and ridiculously priced bubblebath.

::extends a hand for you to inspect::

See? No dry patches anywhere.

[lord_glorfi]

. . .

Oh my HEAVENS. You really should get a manicure, darling.

[_elemmire]

WHAT?!

::snatches back her hand in pure horror and looks frantically at her nails::

I should. But my nail lady died of sniffing too much nail polish remover. I need to find a new place. Say, where do you get your nails done?

[lord_glorfi]

I do them myself of course. I have an establishment.

[_elemmire]

Ah, I see. How much do you charge? Are you any good?

[lord_glorfi]

I generally swap services in lieu of payment. Try me.

[_elemmire]

Very well then. Let's see your craft. Do 'em. Bring it on.

[lord_glorfi]

*is magical, oh yes*

*you now have nails teh die for*

*in fuchsia*

[_elemmire]

::inspects 'em::

:D:D:D!!

They're...perfect! How much do I owe you, dahling?

[ladyaredhel]

*wanders in looking for her husband*

Oh.

I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?

[_elemmire]

::sizes you up::

Good heavens, yes. I was just about to pay your husband for his sublime services.