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[ariel_lossemire]

*wanders leisurely through the shops buying practical things like bigger bras and not a gazillion pairs of shoes although does opt for the lacier styles rather than boring cotton*

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[caranthire]

Niece! You've grown!!

Want a personalised tour of some of the more eeenteresting lingerie shops?

[ariel_lossemire]

Um, yeah, I did.

*blushes* Noo . . .better not.

[caranthire]

Ah well. Your loss.

The somewhat grownup thing suits you.

[ariel_lossemire]

*smiles and blushes more*

Thank you.

[caranthire]

You're welcome.

You alright after the funeral and everything?

[ariel_lossemire]

Just kind of sad.

[caranthire]

*nods*

Understandable really.

[ariel_lossemire]

Ede's much worse, though he doesn't let people see it.

[caranthire]

*sighs*

I'm not entirely surprised. This will take a while to get over.

[ariel_lossemire]

It took more than six thousand years for most of you to be rehoused. :(

[caranthire]

I know.

Still, the way time seems to work here, you never really know. Maybe this time it'll be quicker.

[ariel_lossemire]

Somehow, I don't think anything longer than a week will feel quick to me.

[caranthire]

*sighs and lights up a cigarette*

No, that's for sure.

[ariel_lossemire]

*ponders her purchases* Darn it, now I need a new bathing suit AGAIN.

[caranthire]

I know. Maglor gave me such grief when i grew up because i swiped his velvet cloak to go out in then got into a scrap with Morgoth who singed it...

[ariel_lossemire]

*tries to work out how this relates to out-growing a bathing suit*