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[basketofkisses]

*sits playing Au Claire de la Lune over and over on the piano, an expression of intense concentration on her face. she is looking noticeably different: specifically, her hair has been carefully curled, pulled away from her face with a red ribbon, and she is wearing one of her Sunday dresses (she has several, because Daddy never says no when she

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[petit_pupil]

*upon hearing a familiar tune in the hall, she hurries into the room excitedly--then stops short when she sees who the pianist is. she notices the difference in hairstyle and dress, though, and is a little awed...and can't help but let out a soft sound of surprise*

[basketofkisses]

*startled by the sound, misses a note and promptly stops playing, embarrassed by the mistake* Hello. *smiles brightly, which is possibly a bit creepy to anyone whose seen the other expressions she's capable of*

[petit_pupil]

*blinks at her for a moment, then curtsies a little out of habit* Hello, Mlle Rhoda. You--look quite nice. *offers a tentative but genuine smile* And I am quite fond of that song.

[basketofkisses]

*rises and curtsies as well (it is a flawless curtsy, we might add)* Why, thank you, Adele. *smiles* Oh, I am too. It's my daddy's favorite.