"Only just," Irene told her cheerily, handing over the bag of food without any protest. All the better for her to find an out-of-the-way spot near a window for the cactus, which she would be placing without comment unless invited to do so. (She had a thought of placing it in the greenhouse, but even Irene was not so bold as to venture in there without being explicitly invited and accompanied. There was playing with boundaries, and then there was outright disrespecting them.)
She, meanwhile, had happily placed the unsigned roses she'd received today in a vase and wondered very little about whom they'd come from.
"You haven't run yourself entirely ragged with steel roses?" she checked, the other bag going...somewhere. She'd need to get into it, throughout the night, for various things. And amidst all this unloading, keen eyes might notice that when Irene's dress rode up the slightest bit, the tops of her stockings and the lacy, black scaffolding keeping them in place peeked out.
Surely -- surely -- there wasn't anything more interesting than basic structural garments under Irene's dress. Banish that thought immediately.
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She, meanwhile, had happily placed the unsigned roses she'd received today in a vase and wondered very little about whom they'd come from.
"You haven't run yourself entirely ragged with steel roses?" she checked, the other bag going...somewhere. She'd need to get into it, throughout the night, for various things. And amidst all this unloading, keen eyes might notice that when Irene's dress rode up the slightest bit, the tops of her stockings and the lacy, black scaffolding keeping them in place peeked out.
Surely -- surely -- there wasn't anything more interesting than basic structural garments under Irene's dress. Banish that thought immediately.