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[called_lioness]

Lucy is entirely capable of being social.

She just happens to also be the sort of person who can be just as happy, generally speaking, by herself. (So long as there's tea, at least, but really, that's a given.)

So it's been about two weeks since she was last in the bar, but she's back. With tea.

She's also attempting to quilt, which she's fairly certain she was good at once upon a time.

She's not now.

She is, in fact, very bad at quilting now, which is a bit frustrating, as she distinctly remembers one of the fauns teaching her how to do so at least decently.

It's entirely possible some not-very-ladylike words are being muttered under her breath.

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[creator_raven]

Raven perches himself on a nearby chair.

"Quilting is a difficult business, right enough. I never did have the knack for it."

He tilts his head.

"You are Lucy, yes?"

[called_lioness]

She glances up and smiles, a little. "It's starting to appear that I don't either. And I am Lucy, yes."

[creator_raven]

"Then I am pleased to meet you. I like your siblings, very much."

He smiles.

"They call me Raven."

[called_lioness]

"Then I should hope that you'd like me as well," she smiles again. "And it's lovely to meet you, Raven."

[creator_raven]

"I suspect I will. I am easy."

He tilts his head.

"Do you have a deep seated urge to quilt, or is it more like an idle fancy?"

[called_lioness]

She looks at the--well, fabric, not quite quilt, and sighs.

"It's...something to do."

[creator_raven]

"Boredom is a terrible thing, I know. Is there nothing else to try?"

[called_lioness]

She carefully smoothes one patch that looks almost well-done.

"Not really, no."

[creator_raven]

He tilts his head, again.

"The issue, now, is that I am tempted to make your life interesting. Do you like bubbles?"

[msmartha.livejournal.com]

*Martha, back from another world, wanders over to the table where the young lady sits, and gives her a smile.*

'evening, Miss.

[called_lioness]

"Good evening," Lucy says, looking up with a small smile from where she was trying to undo a row of stitched.

[msmartha.livejournal.com]

Is thee having trouble with tha sew work?

[called_lioness]

"A bit," she admits with a sigh. "I used to be quite good at it, but..." She shrugs, ruefully. "It's simply not going well."

[msmartha.livejournal.com]

*Martha looks close*

Might I see it?

[called_lioness]

"If you'd like," Lucy says, with a half smile, and hands it over.

[msmartha.livejournal.com]

*Martha takes it and frowns at it, turning it over once or twice.*

See, tha mun take some of those stitches out, but 'tis easy enough to fix, I do think.

[called_lioness]

She smiles faintly and nods. "Thank you. I hope I can manage it without messing it up again."

[iustus_rex]

But the problem is that at some point her tea runs out.

Fortunately, her brother arrives, with a second cup and a full pot, and fills her cup before sitting beside her.

"Lu." He smiles, a little, and takes a sip of his own tea.

[called_lioness]

Lucy has not been avoiding Edmund so much as she's been avoiding everyone who might be able to tell that something's wrong.

But she smiles at him, and takes the cup. "Ed. Thank you."

[iustus_rex]

And he fills that description more than most.

"Of course, Lu," he says, quietly.

[called_lioness]

Oh, he fits that description far too well, and both know it, and Lucy sips her tea. "Good day?"

[iustus_rex]

"It's been all right, yeah."

He smiles, a little, and doesn't ask about hers.

[called_lioness]

She wouldn't lie, exactly, but it's not likely she'd tell him the whole truth, anyway.

"I'm glad to hear that."

[iustus_rex]

Certainly not in public.

"I've not seen you in the stables much, lately," he offers.

[called_lioness]

Likely not anywhere.

"We must have missed each other in passing," lightly.