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[called_lioness]

Lucy's curled up in a pile of leaves.

She's still, mostly, in a grand mood, which is what really must be the case when one's husband has stopped, as she puts it, "being stupid," and when there's a mug of hot chocolate to warm you on a cool day, and when even though you're not sleeping all that much more you find you're not as tired as you were a week ago.

So she can curl up in the leaves and look at the clouds, as Corella's been cared for, and hum to herself a little.

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[called_lioness]

"Then I do not see why you'd say I'm off," she says, sounding a bit irritated.

[last_adam]

"Because you don't seem yourself. ...not even your HAPPY self."

[called_lioness]

"Why?" Lucy demands.

[last_adam]

"Because you DON'T. Lucy, it's -


nevermind."

[called_lioness]

"Fine. Shan't. You get to say that because you're you, after all, don't you?" she grumps and crosses her arms.

So unfair.

[last_adam]

"I get to say ... nevermind? Because I'm me? So far's I know, letting a subject drop is the choice of anybody able to discuss a subject."

[called_lioness]

"Fine," she says again.

She was in such a good mood, and he just had to come and kick her and now it's ruined.

"You're right, of course."

[last_adam]

"I am?"


He's not actually, at this point, quite sure what he's right about.

[called_lioness]

"Yes. Of course." Her smile's bright. "Anything else?"

Eeeeverything is fine here.

[last_adam]

Carefully --


"You haven't been knitting, have you?"

[called_lioness]

"---Well, it is getting cold again," she answers, deciding Adam's gone off his rocker entirely.

[last_adam]

Right. Adam's the crazy one.




"Lucy."

[called_lioness]

That's exactly what she thinks.

"Adam."

[last_adam]

"Have you been having more dreams?"

[called_lioness]

Blank, blank stare. "Well, a bit."

Oddly, she's more tired in her dreams than she is awake, and not so--inclined to laugh, maybe?

But it's hard to be worried, because really, it's a dream, even if it's something else, too.

[last_adam]

"Anything you feel the need to... talk about?"

[called_lioness]

He's getting eyed.

A lot.

"...Why?"

[last_adam]

Because you're acting disturbingly strange.











"No reason."

[called_lioness]

She sighs and flops back in the leaves.

"You're so queer today," he's informed.

[last_adam]

"M'queer every day."


It's said as an off-side, even as he's paying attention to other things, deeper things, shaking his head in confusion, and frowning.

[called_lioness]

"Does Alanna know?"





Yes, she's smirking, a little.

[last_adam]

"'course she knows."


Conversation, rote, give an answer, ask a question, smile politely.

[called_lioness]

"Oh, good," she says cheerfully.

That's it.

[last_adam]

"Maybe you should take a nap, Lucy."

[called_lioness]

"Why? I actually have energy for once, why waste it? It won't last," and it's a bit wistful.