Know the holiday, met it after I left Swansight, but never took part. But stepping out's a chance at fresh air, and maybe t'see if there's aught for Iago. Like Dorian, 'm guessing he rather weighs the anniversary of his being born, and know it's coming on.
Quilts're fine, but we've enough bedclothes, and'm not seeing anything as'd take the place of the quilt Kate made us. And the rest's raree-show or flowers or baked sweets and I've no mind for it all, and suspect the llygotwr'd care more for any flowers I brought home than Iago would. Sigh and hands in my pockets and thread through the crowds. Thinking I might wander up far as Simon's, see how he's doing. Dinner, maybe? Decent cut of meat, grit my teeth and see Bluebeard for something special in way of spices? His jacket's in fine state, and his shoes holding out, and hardly lacking for clothes or tools.
What do you get someone for this, in any case? Kate and Tess was hard enough, and there at least I could get them each something t'put their hair up, small way of making note of what it means t'share a home that way...
Find Lucien making small conversation with a man looking rather fond at him, no-one I know. Oh, and something about seeing to another I'm not placing; pleasant distraction, then, and curiousity's an easier path than setting out on a gift. "Morning, Lucien," I say mild, and nod t'the stranger.
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Date: 2010-09-18 06:17 pm (UTC)Quilts're fine, but we've enough bedclothes, and'm not seeing anything as'd take the place of the quilt Kate made us. And the rest's raree-show or flowers or baked sweets and I've no mind for it all, and suspect the llygotwr'd care more for any flowers I brought home than Iago would. Sigh and hands in my pockets and thread through the crowds. Thinking I might wander up far as Simon's, see how he's doing. Dinner, maybe? Decent cut of meat, grit my teeth and see Bluebeard for something special in way of spices? His jacket's in fine state, and his shoes holding out, and hardly lacking for clothes or tools.
What do you get someone for this, in any case? Kate and Tess was hard enough, and there at least I could get them each something t'put their hair up, small way of making note of what it means t'share a home that way...
Find Lucien making small conversation with a man looking rather fond at him, no-one I know. Oh, and something about seeing to another I'm not placing; pleasant distraction, then, and curiousity's an easier path than setting out on a gift. "Morning, Lucien," I say mild, and nod t'the stranger.