song writing 101

Lily The knock comes as she’s delicately licking the last sweet crumbs from her fingers. She rises and brushes any remaining bits from her skirt. As Lily opens the door, she puts on a winning smile, sweeping it open and stepping aside after a she confirms that is indeed the fellow ginger. “Ianto! So glad you could make it. Please, do come in.” She reveals a well-lit, large, but rather sparsely furnished room (it once held pews and an altar - filling that kind of space is difficult when you’re just one person) curtained off from a smaller, but more intimate space behind. There’s a nice rug before the fireplace/cooking area, a small, low table on which a couple of cups and a teapot sit - and three places to sit. One normal chair, one rocking chair with a cushion on it, and a stuffed two-seater. “Are you hungry or thirsty? I have tea and some oatcakes but can always whip up something else.” She closes the door behind him and, perhaps over-eagerly, tries to make Ianto feel at home. women are like tricks by sleight of hand which, to admire, we should not understand