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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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[iustus_rex]

"Perhaps that's so."

He smiles, a little, and takes another sip of his tea.

There's a rather large ring on his index finger, with the head of a lion on it.

That's new.

"I'm glad to see you here today, however."

[called_lioness]

"Oh?" She looks for a moment at his hand, or at least, the ring on it. "That's rather new. And quite lovely."

[iustus_rex]

He follows her gaze, and then laughs quietly. "Ah. Thank you. It was a gift from Kitty, a few days ago."

[called_lioness]

"That was kind of her. And suits you," sipping her tea again.

[iustus_rex]

He smiles again, and drinks his tea.

After a few minutes, he looks up again, studying her silently.

[called_lioness]

Lucy has a way of looking through someone more than at them. You don't really notice the difference, unless you know her well.

"Did she give it to you for a reason?" Politely.

Avoiding.