[ As she plops down with her blanket cocoon and pulls out her journal, he drops down next to her, all his long, angular limbs folding down so he can peer at it. Does she have any scintillating notes written down yet? He can't help but be curious, doubly so as the one who gave the journal to her. ]
Mm, didn't want you to be the only one with something to show off when we met back up. [ Yes, he noticed. ] I like your nails, by the way. They suit you.
[ Even if she didn't do them herself, it's still nice to see her doing little things for herself that could be called impractical for an innkeeper. Little things that allow her to express herself more. ]
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Mm, didn't want you to be the only one with something to show off when we met back up. [ Yes, he noticed. ] I like your nails, by the way. They suit you.
[ Even if she didn't do them herself, it's still nice to see her doing little things for herself that could be called impractical for an innkeeper. Little things that allow her to express herself more. ]