She doesn't know where she is but she's fairly sure she doesn't approve of it.

[onceandfutureex]

Enter: a young lady with a wonderful profile. She's willowy, blonde, imperious, and very well and expensively dressed in a 1930s-intellectual kind of way. She sweeps in confidently, tugging at one glove as she walks, then comes to an abrupt halt as she takes in her surroundings. This isn't Bumpleigh Hall. How could it not be Bumpleigh Hall?

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[i_flynomore]

Lynette almost shies away, but manages to catch herself and say, apologetically, "Yes, sera?"

[i_flynomore]

"I'm sorry, sera," she says, and starts to back away, running a hand through her close-cropped hair.

[onceandfutureex]

"Not at all," says Florence briskly. She doesn't actually blame the girl, after all. "Go on about your business, then, Lynette."

[i_flynomore]

Frankly, she all but flees back to her shed.

[onceandfutureex]

Typist: ...I'm very, very sorry. Florence is...Florence.

[i_flynomore]

Totally do not apologise. XD Lynette is extremely, um, skewed. She has scary stuff in her head.