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[talkstohats]

There's a little old lady sitting in the corner of the bar, working on sewing small silver-and-blue triangles to a piece of silver braid.

She's making herself a skirt. (Out of an old wizard's robe, but Howl will never notice the difference, surely. Anyways, it was already ruined.)

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[forbiddensailor]

There's a little girl sitting backwards on a chair nearby. Her chin is resting on the back of the chair on top of her pale hands, and she's watching the clothwork intently.

She could watch for an hour at least without stirring. The colors are so pretty.

[talkstohats]

Sophie's old, but she's sharp-eyed; it doesn't take her long to notice the girl watching her.

When she does, she issues a friendly smile over her stitching. "Good evening - Hotaru, isn't it?"

[forbiddensailor]

Hotaru smiles back, eyes drifting upwards to Sophie's from her working with some effort. "Yes! Hello again," she beams.

[talkstohats]

"It's good to see you again," Sophie says, fingers stitching deftly, though her gaze is now fixed on Hotaru.

A little ruefully: "And without the green slime, this time, too."