✎ iii. (video)
( Ah, convenience. Or inconvenience, really, how the Vine is so intent on catching these scenes. Jules is in her kitchen, sitting down with a couple of steaming mugs. Tea, one could assume. With her is a blonde woman; a little taller than Jules, and she speaks with a soft Irish accent just slightly tempered by years of London exposure.
Jules slides one mug across, and smiles. ) So! How is Fran?
( The blonde woman smiles, sips her tea. ) Very well, in fact. She's been over the moon ever since the proposal. ( She regards Jules with a fond expression. )
( To her credit, Jules doesn't falter. Simply sets down her tea, adds a bit more sugar and milk, and then has another sip. ) Lovely. I'm glad to hear it. Ben said that, um, that things were going wonderfully. ( Her jaw is fractionally tight. ) Have you set a date?
( Rachel shakes her head. ) Not yet. As soon as we have that set up and the invitations in order you'll receive one. ( Well. She glances around Jules' apartment, tapping her index finger on the table. ) I take it Vijay and Greg are handling your mail, in your absence?
Mm. I assume so, yes. ( And just a little more sugar. Just a little, and then she taps the spoon on the side of the mug. )
One request: if you could bring one of them as your guest? Fran mentioned you'd been seeing Richard recently, but he won't be invited. ( Eyebrows raised, as if to make sure Jules follows. )
( A pause. Jules laughs lightly, and shakes her head; this is no concern, evidently. ) Actually, we're not seeing one another any more, so you hardly need to worry.
Great. That's simple, then. ( A small, controlled smile. Everything about this woman is very controlled and measured, right down to the way she lifts her mug and drinks her tea. ) I'll mark it off the list of concerns.
( Jules doesn't respond; just sips her tea, before her gaze goes to the Vine. She smiles a little bit, shakes her head, and presses her hand over the mirror to dismiss it. ) Perfect.
Jules slides one mug across, and smiles. ) So! How is Fran?
( The blonde woman smiles, sips her tea. ) Very well, in fact. She's been over the moon ever since the proposal. ( She regards Jules with a fond expression. )
( To her credit, Jules doesn't falter. Simply sets down her tea, adds a bit more sugar and milk, and then has another sip. ) Lovely. I'm glad to hear it. Ben said that, um, that things were going wonderfully. ( Her jaw is fractionally tight. ) Have you set a date?
( Rachel shakes her head. ) Not yet. As soon as we have that set up and the invitations in order you'll receive one. ( Well. She glances around Jules' apartment, tapping her index finger on the table. ) I take it Vijay and Greg are handling your mail, in your absence?
Mm. I assume so, yes. ( And just a little more sugar. Just a little, and then she taps the spoon on the side of the mug. )
One request: if you could bring one of them as your guest? Fran mentioned you'd been seeing Richard recently, but he won't be invited. ( Eyebrows raised, as if to make sure Jules follows. )
( A pause. Jules laughs lightly, and shakes her head; this is no concern, evidently. ) Actually, we're not seeing one another any more, so you hardly need to worry.
Great. That's simple, then. ( A small, controlled smile. Everything about this woman is very controlled and measured, right down to the way she lifts her mug and drinks her tea. ) I'll mark it off the list of concerns.
( Jules doesn't respond; just sips her tea, before her gaze goes to the Vine. She smiles a little bit, shakes her head, and presses her hand over the mirror to dismiss it. ) Perfect.