Lakshmi keeps her gaze down as bits into her plain bit of scone and cream smothered on it. Chewing slowly, long, pressing her tongue to the back of her teeth as she decides what to say that statement. "Clothes worn by those we love can never be replaced." She ventures at long last, gently placing her scone back down, dusting her fingers lightly as she reaches for her cup of tea.
If only they could spice it a little. Her eyes flick up over the rim. "Something hangs heavy. There is no denying that, I think. But Madam Wysteria is right, we have at least each other's company to be glad of."
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Lakshmi keeps her gaze down as bits into her plain bit of scone and cream smothered on it. Chewing slowly, long, pressing her tongue to the back of her teeth as she decides what to say that statement. "Clothes worn by those we love can never be replaced." She ventures at long last, gently placing her scone back down, dusting her fingers lightly as she reaches for her cup of tea.
If only they could spice it a little. Her eyes flick up over the rim. "Something hangs heavy. There is no denying that, I think. But Madam Wysteria is right, we have at least each other's company to be glad of."