Post mostly for Sir Andrew Ffoulkes, but otherwise open

[suziedetournay]

Suzanne is sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard below her window, stitching away at a tapestry, with a basket of thread at her feet, humming one of the songs Marguerite used to like to sing.

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[ffolksyromance]

*walks up slowly and stands behind the bench, pausing just to listen and watch her for a moment*

[suziedetournay]

*keeps stitching and humming, a small smile on her lips, not having yet noticed his approach*

[ffolksyromance]

*leans in and speaks so as not to startle her* Am I allowed to know what you are smiling about so prettily?

[suziedetournay]

*gives a little start and tiny little "Oh!" of a gasp anyway, as still hasn't quite recovered from the timidness she fell into while he was away, but it's quickly replaced by a radiant smile* You mustn't startle me like that, you awful man *gives his hand a little tap that's more like the bat of a kitten's paw* I was thinking, c'est tout.