"[color=#ff4136]I'm sure Maeve would enjoy your cooking just as much because it would be made with love,[/color]" she quickly retorted, placing a hand down over his own for a moment, smiling tenderly. She loved him, and Maeve and the baby, they were the only family she had, and had treated her as family, even if she had been just help in the house hold as they had grown up. Luce was a good man, keeping her own, giving her back the only home she had every known, and allowing her to study and experiment to her hearts content. And maybe it was just because he felt responsible for her, but she knew genuine affection for him and the family -- always had.
"[color=#ff4136]I'll work on those for you, separate out the books we already have in the home library into a pile to be donated to the University or less fortunate, and which papers still need to be reviewed by the head of the household,[/color]" she paused and gave his hand a little squeeze, grinning wider now. Since she had come back from the small room she had lived in while things had been set right again, she didn't want to say it was terse, but, there were ghosts in the walls, ghosts that were finally getting laid to rest properly, and the house starting to be a living entity again, with laughter and love once again in it's wings.
"[color=#ff4136]Please, that wasn't an order, you've not given me an order since I was ten and I boxed your ear in retaliation,[/color]" she gently moved her own hand back to fiddling with the sleeve of her dress, noticing the ink stains on the white lace, and how she'd need to soak that out soon to not let the stains set. "[color=#ff4136]I'll set it right, so there's no trace of the LaRues...[/color]" she put an extra ugly twist on the name, they had, after all, killed the entire kitchen staff, she'd only been spared by a market visit that day. "[color=#ff4136]Left in there[/color]." She still didn't know how he had never pointed a finger at her for it all -- she hadn't been there that day, and the guilt of not having died with the others, of not having done more to find him -- she pushed it aside. There was nothing else for her to worry her pretty little head over, and besides, she had a proposal to write and her brain was better occupied with that pursuit instead. But it.. she was suddenly kicking herself for the mention of items needing to be reviewed by "head of household"... he probably didn't want to be reminded.
"[color=#ff4136]Of course you can count on me for that.[/color]"
"[color=#ff4136]I'll work on those for you, separate out the books we already have in the home library into a pile to be donated to the University or less fortunate, and which papers still need to be reviewed by the head of the household,[/color]" she paused and gave his hand a little squeeze, grinning wider now. Since she had come back from the small room she had lived in while things had been set right again, she didn't want to say it was terse, but, there were ghosts in the walls, ghosts that were finally getting laid to rest properly, and the house starting to be a living entity again, with laughter and love once again in it's wings.
"[color=#ff4136]Please, that wasn't an order, you've not given me an order since I was ten and I boxed your ear in retaliation,[/color]" she gently moved her own hand back to fiddling with the sleeve of her dress, noticing the ink stains on the white lace, and how she'd need to soak that out soon to not let the stains set. "[color=#ff4136]I'll set it right, so there's no trace of the LaRues...[/color]" she put an extra ugly twist on the name, they had, after all, killed the entire kitchen staff, she'd only been spared by a market visit that day. "[color=#ff4136]Left in there[/color]." She still didn't know how he had never pointed a finger at her for it all -- she hadn't been there that day, and the guilt of not having died with the others, of not having done more to find him -- she pushed it aside. There was nothing else for her to worry her pretty little head over, and besides, she had a proposal to write and her brain was better occupied with that pursuit instead. But it.. she was suddenly kicking herself for the mention of items needing to be reviewed by "head of household"... he probably didn't want to be reminded.
"[color=#ff4136]Of course you can count on me for that.[/color]"
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