// hope, is wonderfully messy //
Her eyes widened, briefly teasing, while water filled the vase. “Oh? Do you know a lot about gardening?” Considering their first meeting and flower discussions, she’d be very impressed if he’d learned some things in between. Shaking her head with amusement, at both his reaction to the peck and otherwise, she placed the blooming portions within – content as they now occupied the center-space of her counter.
Waiting to see his response to the notecards was another thing; half-expecting disinterest or rebuttal. When it wasn’t, her grin was radiant again, making a note in the back of her mind for other, future endeavors with the specific writing style. “Sure. Pick and choose one and we can try some of it later.” She was itching to test out the new stove anyway – she’d probably have most of the ingredients on them anyway, and if not, it wouldn’t take much of an outing to go snag any remaining portions.
Pleased with those motions, she waved him over towards the living room. “So here’s where I need the most help…,” pausing for effect – because he’d see the furniture had been placed within by workers, and left exactly that way. The couch, a light sage, had been bumped against the wall, while the matching armchair seemed to be abandoned on the other side. An adorning rug (complete with textiles of leaping luxere and frost foxes) was rolled up, far too heavy for her to lift on her own. A coffee table settled itself close to the rug, and then any matter of end tables were haphazardly strewn about. “In my defense,” she started to utter, already laughing, “the garden was much more interesting at the time.” She only grimaced slightly, once she also remembered the bookshelf lurking out in the hall.
Waiting to see his response to the notecards was another thing; half-expecting disinterest or rebuttal. When it wasn’t, her grin was radiant again, making a note in the back of her mind for other, future endeavors with the specific writing style. “Sure. Pick and choose one and we can try some of it later.” She was itching to test out the new stove anyway – she’d probably have most of the ingredients on them anyway, and if not, it wouldn’t take much of an outing to go snag any remaining portions.
Pleased with those motions, she waved him over towards the living room. “So here’s where I need the most help…,” pausing for effect – because he’d see the furniture had been placed within by workers, and left exactly that way. The couch, a light sage, had been bumped against the wall, while the matching armchair seemed to be abandoned on the other side. An adorning rug (complete with textiles of leaping luxere and frost foxes) was rolled up, far too heavy for her to lift on her own. A coffee table settled itself close to the rug, and then any matter of end tables were haphazardly strewn about. “In my defense,” she started to utter, already laughing, “the garden was much more interesting at the time.” She only grimaced slightly, once she also remembered the bookshelf lurking out in the hall.
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
