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It's unusual, really, to see the star much of anywhere on her own.

But she's there all the same - curled up in one of the armchairs near the fire with her legs over the armrest and a long white jacket slung over her lap. There's a neat slice on the side of one coatsleeve and a larger hole in the shoulder - and the fine, white string she's attempting to wrangle has stubbornly wound its way down her arm and doesn't seem particularly inclined to cooperate with any amount of frustrated glaring.

She's terrible at this. (Which, truthfully, is most of the motivation for not attempting it upstairs - where certain people could wake up and see.)

She's terrible at it, but that doesn't seem to make her particularly inclined to give up. She continues on, frowning stubbornly, curses soft and mumbled against bleeding fingers and messily tended material.

Interruption would be a blessing. Unless you happen to be a very angry sewing needle offended by the sort of language your tiny, prickly child might be picking up, mind you.

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"I very well could," she nods solemnly, eyes impishly bright. "Should the opportunity arise."

She's had plenty of practice with escaping the wrath of parents.

He pulls a couple of treats into his pockets, then straightens.

"Well, I should probably go and find someone who might know magic," he explains. "I'm trying to throw a party for my big brother, you see, and we need a heating spell."

"I do hope that your mission is successful," she grins. "And thank you kindly for your fine company, sir."

She tilts her chin and takes back up her needle and string determinedly - she'll try again. Briefly.

"I'm sure that I will be seeing you."

"Oh, you will! I'm Bound here, so I'm pretty much always here, anyway."

Is that him making a face? Possibly.

Okay, yes. Yes, it is.

"Now that is a royal pain."

She wrinkles her nose distastefully.

"If I ask Tristran nicely, I will see what we can do about getting you somewhere other than here -" she's fairly certain it would work out - he's magical anyhow. "It does get boring after too terribly long in a row."

"Really?" He blinks. "Wow, that would be cool! You mean go to your world, and all that?"

There is distinct beaming.

"We'll see."

That right there is an entirely innocent smile.

Because temporarily kidnapping small children is a standard procedure and all that.

"Though there aren't any pirates at the market."

"We can find some," James says, confidently.

Then he hops off from the couch and turns to her smiling.

Politely, he says, "Nice to meet you."

And then he's off.