I saw a piece of heaven
"You and Maeve. This is the second time I've been offered a room. Thank you, Locke. I really appreciate it, and if I need somewhere to sleep I'll let you know." If her smile was delighted, it was quickly hidden behind a second stolen cookie. She would of course not be coming over every chance she got simply for the food... oh no. Not at all.
She blinked in confusion when her adopted brother broke out into a fit of coughs. "Are you alright?" she asked, wondering about the high color of his face. "Mh, it's true. I wonder what part of the creature it is... doesn't it look a bit like a rib bone?"
Turning to the table and the bone, she dragged a finger along the surface. It was neither polished nor smooth, and had a porous feel to it that was slightly unnerving. But as she tried to lift it, she noticed immediately that Locke was right. It took no effort at all to raise the bone off the surface of the table, when its size suggested that she shouldn't have been able to even budge it.
"Hm? Oh, I know. I don't, usually. But I trust you not to take advantage of me," she smiled. "A painting for a bone... Alright, I'm good with that. Is it a deal, then?" Swallowing her cookie properly, the girl spat her palm and held out a hand - like a sailor, or a merchant down the street, or a street urchin haggling over scraps.
She blinked in confusion when her adopted brother broke out into a fit of coughs. "Are you alright?" she asked, wondering about the high color of his face. "Mh, it's true. I wonder what part of the creature it is... doesn't it look a bit like a rib bone?"
Turning to the table and the bone, she dragged a finger along the surface. It was neither polished nor smooth, and had a porous feel to it that was slightly unnerving. But as she tried to lift it, she noticed immediately that Locke was right. It took no effort at all to raise the bone off the surface of the table, when its size suggested that she shouldn't have been able to even budge it.
"Hm? Oh, I know. I don't, usually. But I trust you not to take advantage of me," she smiled. "A painting for a bone... Alright, I'm good with that. Is it a deal, then?" Swallowing her cookie properly, the girl spat her palm and held out a hand - like a sailor, or a merchant down the street, or a street urchin haggling over scraps.
Waiting, impatient, for me
Seren
