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[colour_girl]

Iris is sitting at a table, flipping through a very very old manuscript. The pages crinkle with age as she turns them.

Occasionally she leans back to take a sip from the mug sitting on the table behind her. There's no way she's getting anything on this book.

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[talkstohats]

Sophie's sitting not far off, working on her sewing.

She's still dressed completely in gray. But the blue-and-silver patchwork on her lap is nice and bright.

[colour_girl]

The next time Iris leans back for a drink, she notices Sophie. She smiles brightly in her directly.

"Hello again."

[talkstohats]

"Ah - good evening!"

The greeting is cheerful - though just a little wary. Sophie doesn't particularly want to have her clothing assuaulted again.

"Iris, wasn't it?"

[colour_girl]

Oh, Iris will leave that for another time. She's too absorbed in her manuscript this evening.

"Yes. And you are Sophie, correct? How have you been?"