[sansa glances at an old(?) grandfather clock as she sets her moths in the tray. she's still not used to having one in the house, and it's her instinct to think she's read it wrong, or not checked it enough, or not wound it properly--it doesn't matter. she stands up and walks to the doorway between the front and back room, beaming. lady pads after her, interested in the meat.]
It's good to see you, Raleigh. These can go in the kitchen.
[since he's already in the front room, she leads him through there into her comfortable if somewhat messy kitchen. she tries her best, but her approach is piecemeal.]
I trust you've been well?
[it's only been a day, after all. but there's always something strange happening, here (not that there wasn't, before). if he'd had to reschedule on account of a sudden butterfly emergency, or even just a beast in the chicken coop, she wouldn't have been surprised.]
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[sansa glances at an old(?) grandfather clock as she sets her moths in the tray. she's still not used to having one in the house, and it's her instinct to think she's read it wrong, or not checked it enough, or not wound it properly--it doesn't matter. she stands up and walks to the doorway between the front and back room, beaming. lady pads after her, interested in the meat.]
It's good to see you, Raleigh. These can go in the kitchen.
[since he's already in the front room, she leads him through there into her comfortable if somewhat messy kitchen. she tries her best, but her approach is piecemeal.]
I trust you've been well?
[it's only been a day, after all. but there's always something strange happening, here (not that there wasn't, before). if he'd had to reschedule on account of a sudden butterfly emergency, or even just a beast in the chicken coop, she wouldn't have been surprised.]