Blackwood Grove, Fandom, Wednesday Afternoon

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian had been positively enchanted with everything the island had been doing thus far for the holidays - yesterday had been a bit of a trial, but he had appreciated having mulled wine and hot cocoa literally on tap.

Today he was sitting on his couch, sewing together squares for a Christmas quilt, and watching the cats interact with the balls of sugar. Boston, of course, had declared himself far too dignified and mature for such shenanigans, but Adrian could see how his tail was lashing about. Lydia was...nowhere near as dignified and mature.

"Kitty will be very proud of you," he informed her as he sewed. "And if they persist through the rest of the day, I might even be able to get the rest of my knitting done."

Lydia had not been dignified or mature about yarn balls, either.

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[mustbeawitch]

"I suppose when the fabric is of such dreadful quality they should be ashamed to use any more of it," Lydia mused entirely wrongheadedly, but also: it wasn't like she was wrong. "I try to stick to materials I recognize the names of as much as possible. What even is a 'rayon,' anyway?

"Oh, I shouldn't like to impose," she said, which wasn't a 'no.' It smelled really good, okay? But... "You have already kept me fed for several days now, I think." It turned out cat Lydia wasn't as appalled by sushi-grade tuna as human Lydia. Who knew? "For that I must thank you."

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian opened his mouth to explain what fabric was, realized that he couldn't properly, and instead turned his attention to that which he could talk about: dinner.

"I couldn't possibly send you home without dinner," he said firmly. "And please, think nothing of it. It was a delight to have you."

His knitting disagreed, but that was between him and his yarn, okay?

[mustbeawitch]

Lydia cast a guilty look in the direction of said yarn.

She supposed she shouldn't compare her behavior to Kitty's. Kitty was a familiar, after all. That was an entirely different beast (ha).

"You're certain it wouldn't be improper?" She supposed Boston counted as a chaperone.

[witchoftheflesh]

"I insist," he said, then paused and added, "though I could be talked around to making you a plate to bring back to the dorms with you, but it will almost certainly be cold by the time you got there."

Another pause. "Unless, of course, roast beef isn't to your liking..."

Come on, Lydia, did you really want to turn down roast beef.

[mustbeawitch]

It had been such a terribly long time since she had had a good bit of roast beef...

"Oh," she said, "well, we wouldn't want for it to get cold, would we?"

[witchoftheflesh]

"It really would be an insult to the roast," Adrian agreed, as if he wasn't going to enjoy cold roast beef sandwiches over the week.