[Transmuting her reaction to Lazarus' sartorial choices from a burst of hysterical, dizzying amusement to a show of irritable affront was a feat that she thinks no one but Lazarus was equipped to appreciate. She cannot help but wonder if it still smells like cured peaches and salt.]
Of course it's impressive.
[She's lingering on her artwork, an orangeish column sprouted out of nothing, and there's a faint edge of impatience to the compliment - surely, he's aware.]
Audacity tends to be.
[Beyond the effort in her appearance (which she wouldn't call much of one, compared to the heady old days of Fleet balls and intra-House cotillions) there is the effort of her making an appearance at all. Lazarus successfully fetched John from the house, which is a feat; fetching Mercy with him was an impossibility, but here she is, enduring something as prosaic as a party out of her still kindled interest.]
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Of course it's impressive.
[She's lingering on her artwork, an orangeish column sprouted out of nothing, and there's a faint edge of impatience to the compliment - surely, he's aware.]
Audacity tends to be.
[Beyond the effort in her appearance (which she wouldn't call much of one, compared to the heady old days of Fleet balls and intra-House cotillions) there is the effort of her making an appearance at all. Lazarus successfully fetched John from the house, which is a feat; fetching Mercy with him was an impossibility, but here she is, enduring something as prosaic as a party out of her still kindled interest.]