(no subject)

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

It's been a fairly pleasant evening in the bar with her book, and Mary is trotting back to the greenhouse in the dark, the remnants of a milkshake moustache on her upper lip and her complete Shakespeare tucked under her arm.

She's hurrying, a little - it's cold - but only a little; the stars are reflecting off the lake, and it really is all awfully pretty.

Comments

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"It is no trouble," Mary says - quite amiably, for Mary - and heads on towards the greenhouse, thinking that Galadan is quite nice overall, even if he doesn't know how to get out of the way when people are walking.

But he listens, which is important. Lots of people don't.