You could see my grave, she thinks before she stops herself and makes a face at the thought, brushing a bit more severely for a moment, leaning back against him slightly.
"I'd show you everything. It's not fair, that I've seen so much of yours and you haven't of mine, after all. London, I suppose, you really should see. We could go to Hyde Park. We went there this weekend, and it's still as lovely as I remember. There's London Tower, too, and the Parliament building, and--well, anything in London, I suppose. It's a bit hard," she confesses, "to think of what to show someone who's barely set foot in the world."
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Date: 2006-06-27 05:36 am (UTC)"I'd show you everything. It's not fair, that I've seen so much of yours and you haven't of mine, after all. London, I suppose, you really should see. We could go to Hyde Park. We went there this weekend, and it's still as lovely as I remember. There's London Tower, too, and the Parliament building, and--well, anything in London, I suppose. It's a bit hard," she confesses, "to think of what to show someone who's barely set foot in the world."