Ooops. [open]

[floweredknight]

Florence is a little embarrassed. He really ought to have handled Guinevere's questions himself; he ought to have remembered that his father is not, as they say, one hundred percent, and not handed him an awkward situation

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[hardlyagravated]

Laurel's walking by. She's been restored to her proper point in timeline, memories a bit fuzzy from the magic, but more or less steady once again. Steady enough to smile quietly, and offer a "Good day," as she comes.

[floweredknight]

He stirs, and ventures a smile. "Good day, aunt."

[hardlyagravated]

"You look a bit sad," she says quietly. "Are you well?"

[floweredknight]

"Aye, I'm well."

[hardlyagravated]

"Mm. Would you like a little company?"

[floweredknight]

He offers another smile. "I'd be glad of yours."

[hardlyagravated]

"You inherited your father's manner with ladies, I see," she notes with a smile in return.

[floweredknight]

"Nay--" blushing.

[hardlyagravated]

"As you like."