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There's a tarot card in a chair. She's comfortable there, playing Cat's Cradle with sparkly purple string.

She's playing it by herself, and she's doing rather well.

Her bare feet bop to a song only she hears, and her bright eyes are very intent on the string, her fingers rearranging it until it form a pretty pattern.

Well, it's pretty to her.

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There's a light giggle.

"What do you think, wolf-king?"

His nose wrinkles, "That it's an excuse, even if I want it to be a reason sometimes."

His fingers tap lightly against her side, "How have you been, Lady?"

Her eyes brighten.

"Jason took me on a date! My first. He bought me a dress and had Stephen paint me and took me to dinner and to the ballet and the water."

Richard smiles down at her, "Stephen painted you?" Because he's sure there's a different way to say that that he'll get.

"How did you like the ballet and the water?"

"Put power on my eyes and something sticky on my lips," she explains. "Painted me. He also made my hair do tricks. Jason thought I was pretty."

Moon takes his hand and begins that same absent tracing of veins and lines as she'd done before.

"It was wonderful. I told him I would dance for him sometime. I haven't danced on my toes in a long time."

His hand is relaxed in hers, between currently being alright with his wolf and slowly getting used to being around Moon he's getting used to the more touching.

"Make-up. And I'm sure he thought you pretty before all that was done," Richard says with a smile. The way Jason's talked about Moon. He's positive about it.

"Why have you not danced on your toes in a while?" Curious wolf.

"I forgot how to do it, and when I remember, there was no one I wanted to dance for," she says. "Dancing is better when there's someone to dance for."

"Do you remember how to do it now?" His head tilts slightly, "And you'll have at least one person to dance for now."

"I remember."

She grins.

"I remember a lot of things I'd forgotten."

He smiles, fingers flexing in her hand. "All things that needed to be remembered?"

Moon nods, leaning down to kiss his palm.

"I have an apartment somewhere. I don't quite remember where, but I think Ruin does. I just know I have it."

His fingers brush her cheek, "Have you thought of asking him?"

"I forget." Moon smiles at him, leaning into his touch. "Ruin's been busy. It's a busy job, being ruin. I'll ask him. He'll remember what I forgot."

He gives a small smile, "Helps to have family that can help you remember when you forget."

"I have too much in my head, but sometimes not enough. It's not fun, but I remember what's most important."

He hugs her to his side a little, "Could always write things down, so when you don't remember then you still have a way of remembering?"

Moon giggles, cuddling him.

"Can you imagine how many bits of paper I would leave all over the place?"

He chuckles softly, nose dipping to her hair briefly.

"I meant in a book. So they're all bound together."

"No. If I don't remember it, it's not that important, and when it is important, I'll remember. Like with the dancing," she says with a grin.

He smiles back, hugging her close briefly. "If you say so. It was just a suggestion."

"A good suggestion, if I could remember to write the things down."

Moon can just imagine the volumes of things she'd write down, kept in the castle, a jumble of books just like her mind is a jumble of thoughts.

"Enough about what I remember and don't remember." She nuzzles his shoulder. "You've been smooshing. Growly inside, but also smooshy-happy."

He raises a brow, not loosing the smile though. "Yes, with Anita." Things both Moon and Anita said that night have been sticking. "I've been happy, recently."

"You should be. Smooshing is fun."

Moon snuggles him.

"Besides, who else would you be smooshing?"

Richard laughs, "Yes, it is."

The shoulder not above her raises, "Whoever I decided I wanted to."

"You just boink people?"