Seraphina
the artificer
The door opens and her attention flickers from the blueprints and the block in her hand – setting it atop another before she’s flashing a wide grin of greeting to Gideon. “You’ve harped on me enough about it so I’ve been trying.” She offers softly, a playful roll of her eyes like an indignant teenager, before she’s slipping over to the food and peering at it. It’s certainly far more appetizing than an apple, and she sits at the desk to shove over the blueprints to start to dive into the lunch.
“Maybe an expansion.” She comments easily, between a bite and the next. “I wanted to try some fancy arches, but I think the doors are too big to get it to work without a lot of additional work. Perhaps arched windows instead.” She shrugs lightly, before pulling up a chair to her desk for him to sit with her. After being much of another father figure for her - not saying her true blood-related father wasn't good enough - there was just something easy when it came to Gideon, an extra sort of judgment she doesn't have to deal with that endears him to her all the more.
“Maybe an expansion.” She comments easily, between a bite and the next. “I wanted to try some fancy arches, but I think the doors are too big to get it to work without a lot of additional work. Perhaps arched windows instead.” She shrugs lightly, before pulling up a chair to her desk for him to sit with her. After being much of another father figure for her - not saying her true blood-related father wasn't good enough - there was just something easy when it came to Gideon, an extra sort of judgment she doesn't have to deal with that endears him to her all the more.
stitch it together kid, i know you know better
