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[pyewacket]

The narration is in the mood for minimalism tonight, so have a blond goddess in jeans and blouse settled on a couch near the fireplace, quietly working on some embroidery. Occasionally she takes a sip from the glass of Atlantean next to a small sewing kit on one of the side tables.

Have at.

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[averyhasagun]

On his way to one of the armchairs (carrying a bottle of water and a copy of As I Lay Dying), Paul bumps into the table, not hard enough to upset anything on it, but hard enough that he feels the need to apologize.

"'Scuse me," he mumbles, a little sheepish.

"Didn't knock anything down, did I?"

[pyewacket]

Leto glances up without needle and thread missing a beat, but she's been doing this pretty much since needle and thread were invented so it probably doesn't count, and smiles politely.

"That's alright, and no," although she peers at the table to make sure. "You didn't injure yourself, did you?"

[averyhasagun]

"What, me? I'm fine. I mean, bumping into tables hasn't left me incapable yet," he says, as he takes a seat in the armchair he'd originally been headed to.

[pyewacket]

"Good to know." She glances back down at the design she's working on, gold lion rampant on a white field, gets a few more stitches in, and then settles it on her lap.

"What's the book about?"

[whatsatisfiesme]

Gilbert hasn't seen anyone sew in - well, a while. Sitting a short distance away, sunk into a chair, he imagines that it was back before he started school. But it was probably well after that, really. Clothes get torn and mussed at the Academy just like anywhere else.

Still, he has ended up staring just a little. The whole process makes him feel oddly nostalgic. Not that he's old enough for nostalgia.

"Is that difficult to do?" he asks, after just watching for a while. His accent is French and his words pronounced quite precisely.

"With the needle, I mean.

[pyewacket]

Leto replies without glancing up - she wants to get the first outline of the tail just right.

"When you first start out it can be, but practice enough and it becomes almost second nature."

Pause. Look up.

"Hello."

[whatsatisfiesme]

"...Hello."

The boy darts his eyes away for just a second, when she looks at him, then brings them back towards her and shrugs.

"It just looks like it would be hard to tell how everything was going to look, once you've finished."

[pyewacket]

"If this were a full piece of embroidery, like a miniature tapestry, I'd agree. But all it's going to be is this lion I'm making right now, and some laurel leaves at the corners."