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Elizabeth had really considered just staying home after her encounter with Johanna. She couldn't imagine what had come over her young friend that she had become so uncouth and improper and enamoured of things that Elizabeth frankly found quite shocking. Swords and fierceness and tree climbing. It was unnerving. What had eventually coaxed her out of the house was the fact that she really did need to make a start on making things for the baby and she had said to James that she would. The last thing she wanted was to disappoint him when he arrived back from the Dawn Treader and so she had slowly made her way to the compound, not speaking to anyone who looked disreputable. (Which was of course everyone.)
She had found some suitable material in the basement and even some ready made baby clothing that was quite darling. Now she found herself standing in front of the bookcase looking for pattern books of some sort. Instead however it had given her the most adorable thing. A book full of pictures of infants sleeping in flowers and it was the most darling thing. Elizabeth found herself fascinated by it, standing there cooing at the pictures when she was distracted by the sound of someone else in the room and she looked up in case it was someone improper and she would have to leave. But it wasn't, it was Jeyne Stark, who was a very proper young lady - if a somewhat odd acquaintance and even better she had her son, who Elizabeth remembered was a darling darling boy. "Hello," she said beaming wide at them both before taking the chance to coo at the baby. "He's so perfect," she told Jeyne. "You're so lucky." She rubs at her stomach, "I simply can't wait until I have my own little one. September seem so far away!"
She had found some suitable material in the basement and even some ready made baby clothing that was quite darling. Now she found herself standing in front of the bookcase looking for pattern books of some sort. Instead however it had given her the most adorable thing. A book full of pictures of infants sleeping in flowers and it was the most darling thing. Elizabeth found herself fascinated by it, standing there cooing at the pictures when she was distracted by the sound of someone else in the room and she looked up in case it was someone improper and she would have to leave. But it wasn't, it was Jeyne Stark, who was a very proper young lady - if a somewhat odd acquaintance and even better she had her son, who Elizabeth remembered was a darling darling boy. "Hello," she said beaming wide at them both before taking the chance to coo at the baby. "He's so perfect," she told Jeyne. "You're so lucky." She rubs at her stomach, "I simply can't wait until I have my own little one. September seem so far away!"