candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Watching Jack work with a mixture of awe, intrigue, and skepticism, Flora frets around the kitchen so as not to simply be some in-the-way girl-shaped statue in her own home. 'Oh, done already? That was fast.' Despite her eyebrow waggle the girl's thoughts very much contradict her suggestion that Jack would be fast at things like...baking...
"mmmm? Ohh? Like what? You've already said I'm not good enough to be a wench and I'm not much for manual labour." Flora's fingers, adorned in delicate rings with long and perfectly manicured nails, flutter in the air between them to demonstrate just how few strenuous activities they were suited for.
"mmmm? Ohh? Like what? You've already said I'm not good enough to be a wench and I'm not much for manual labour." Flora's fingers, adorned in delicate rings with long and perfectly manicured nails, flutter in the air between them to demonstrate just how few strenuous activities they were suited for.
