The aim of argument, or of discussion, should not be victory, but progress.

[glass-beddau.livejournal.com]

[Evening of day 148, Monday, October 26]
[Kate's apartment]
[Continued from here.]

Glass and Hermia have gone over to Kate's to make pear preserves with her and Tess. Light conversation follows--the demon in Lucien, possible warding charms, the presence of Lilith, Hermia's magical studies, and Glass's heritage. You know. Kaffeeklatsch conversation, Excolo-style. Glass has gone downstairs to get ginger and ask Tess what the hell her brother thinks he's up to while Kate and Hermia are discussing Hermia's studies upstairs.

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Considering Tess and I weigh it out a moment afore asking, but think there's no harm in wanting to know. "'ve you the same oddity as John, then?"

[Open to Tess, Kate, and Hermia]

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[kateohara.livejournal.com]

"But," says Tess, and she looks - vulnerable. I'm not used to seeing Tess like that. I come back across and sit on the arm of the sofa.

"But nothing," I say softly, looking at her. "I like you, and I - I forget how to think sometimes when you look at me, and I don't know whether to be scared or excited."

[tess-thiess.livejournal.com]

Kate comes back, sittin' on the arm opposite. "But nothing," she says quiet. "I like you, and I - I forget how to think sometimes when you look at me, and I don't know whether to be scared or excited."

My heart lifts 'n I smile in relief. "I'm sorry, Kate. I just know this is all new fer you, and I worry sometimes, that I'll scare you off." I stand up and move over t'her, kissin' her light on the forehead. "I guess I worry too much and forget how sweet you are." I touch her on the shoulder and take a cloth t'wash the table up.

[kateohara.livejournal.com]

Tess kisses my forehead and my heart lifts again.

"I don't know if I'm so sweet," I say, but I smile as she picks up a cloth to wipe the table. I wash the dishes, and for a few minutes there's just the quiet clatter of dishes and other household things.

I dry my hands on a tea towel and turn back to her.

"So," I say, feeling my breath a little tight in my chest. "Does this - um. Does this mean we're... courting?" I ask, feeling my cheeks get red again. "I don't even know if that's the right word. For, you know. Girls."

[tess-thiess.livejournal.com]

"I don't know if I'm so sweet," she says with a smile, and she follows me into the kitchen, doing up the dishes while I wash up the rest of the leavin's from the preserves.

"So," Kate says finishin', "does this - um. Does this mean we're... courting?" I stop and blink, 'cause I dint even think 'v it that way. "I don't even know if that's the right word. For, you know. Girls."

Huh. "I - I suppose. I dunt really know what t'call it, when it's like this." I blush a bit and walk over t'the sink, wringin' out the cloth. "Um. The few girls I bin with, it ain't really bin formal." I should 'a guessed it'd be different with Kate. "I always thought courtin' was gettin' ready fer marryin', and it ain't like girls can marry each other." Can they? I never had t'think 'v any 'a this, before. "It's got t'be a bit different, 'cause there's nothin' improper 'bout livin' with a girl, where if one 'v us was a man, it'd be talked 'bout all over town."

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