She didn't know what to do with herself while he was gone. She straightened the silverware, ran a hand over her perpetually wild hair (not that Arthur minds it's untamed nature).
With him back, she stands, almost a little too quickly. She's excited and nervous, smiling and giddy. "Good! Good. Ah, should we...?"
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With him back, she stands, almost a little too quickly. She's excited and nervous, smiling and giddy. "Good! Good. Ah, should we...?"
Go.