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[white_flowers]

She has had enough time, now, to repair the damage done to her work by Raven's interference

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[oneman_onevote]

Someone else nearby is also working on something which causes flashing of light-on-silver, and as far as can be told behind a coolly blank expression, seems similarly content to be doing so.

Havelock nods politely at her over the slender knife he is sharpening.

[white_flowers]

The flash draws her eye, and then a warm smile.

"So industrious! My goodness, but it is lovely to see that I am not the only one who cannot be without something to do."

The light soft voice is kind.

[oneman_onevote]

"Keeping occupied in some way is always preferable, I find," he nods politely.

[white_flowers]

"A wise man you are, it is clear," she tells him. "And goodness me, but where are my manners -- I'm Mrs. Rowlands, dear, Blodwen Rowlands, and lovely it is to meet you."

[oneman_onevote]

"Perhaps. But it is merely habit, in this case."

He inclines his head in polite greeting. "An honour, Madam."

[white_flowers]

She smiles back, and takes a moment to smooth out the knitting in her lap, adjusting its angle.

"And what is it that I should call you, dear?"

[oneman_onevote]

"My name is Havelock," he tells her, examining the fine edge of the blade.

Uneven. That will never do.

[white_flowers]

Blodwen sits up straighter, evidently in surprise.

"Why-- but I know a friend of yours, dear!"

The light soft voice is very pleased indeed, and her gaze is bright as she watches him.

[oneman_onevote]

"Do you indeed?"

His calm gaze is mildly inquiring before he looks back at the knife.

[white_flowers]

"Oh, but I do," she tells him. "Puck, his name is-- Mr. Goodfellow."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock nods calmly.

"Yes, he is often about the place."

Seducing some of the patrons, terrorising some more, being recruited to evil by the rest...

[white_flowers]

"Such a dear young man, and so very helpful," she says lightly. "Well, in his own way."

[oneman_onevote]

"Yes."

The faintest trace of an amused smile. Puck's own way is... unique.

[white_flowers]

Oh, and so much more now than it might once have been.

"And fond of you, he seems," Blodwen says lightly.

[oneman_onevote]

"Perhaps."

Havelock's expression never wavers as he tilts the knife blade to the light.

[white_flowers]

"A pretty thing, that is, and useful as well I am sure."

Lightly still, watching him.