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[always_a_liar]

With a small sigh, Elan glanced out the window. Occasionally, he developed a kind of stirring at his whole world being this small house and yard. Even his occasional visits to the library did not abate this entirely

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[shelley_winters]

Shelley wanders down, changed out of her work clothes and hair brushed down. That bun had been far too tight, her scalp still hurts a bit. It's late enough to make dinner, but she can't quite summon the energy yet. Maybe a nice cup of tea...

She passes Elan by the window, headed for the kitchen to put on the kettle.

[always_a_liar]

Elan commented rather wryly, explaining why he was staring out the window instead of cooking.

"We are out of rice, and it is a requisite for most of the dishes I know, if you are curious as to why I have not started to cook supper."

[shelley_winters]

"I wasn't," she calls back, as the kettle clicks on.

She wanders about, her footsteps padding from cupboard to drawer to kettle again.

"...Do you want any tea?"

[always_a_liar]

His voice is level as he replied, turning the page in his book without reading it at all.

"Yes, thank you."