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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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[called_lioness]

"It's fine," Lucy says quietly. "More than fine."

[msmartha.livejournal.com]

*Martha makes a light clicking noise with her tongue.*

'tis not what I asked thee.

[called_lioness]

"...No," she smiles, a little. "It isn't. And--I don't know."

[msmartha.livejournal.com]

*Martha smiles back, a comforting smile, if not a knowing one. She may be young, but she's kissed many a soggy cheek on her brothers and sisters.*

'tis a'right not to know, so's long as tha munnot let it keep thee down.

[called_lioness]

She smiles. "Shan't. Never have."

[msmartha.livejournal.com]

*Martha looks up at Lucy with a wide and honest smile.*

Then tha'll be the smartest and happiest lass yet.

*She stands, leaning over to give her another hug.*

Long days and pleasant nights, miss Lucy.

[called_lioness]

Perhaps.

Lucy smiles back, and returns the hug. "...The same to you, then, Miss Martha."