Mary doesn't feel entirely at home in this space either, but she's told herself more or less what Cosette has been telling herself: it's her own husband's room, and he showed it to her himself, and said she could keep things there, and anyway it's just for a moment with the door locked. And getting Cosette sorted out is much more interesting than worrying about whether they should be here.
Cosette's question when they're done makes her laugh and kiss Cosette on the cheek. "You look like a bonny lassie," she answers, doing her best accent on the Scottish words. "Very bonny. Or--braw or sonsie, I don't know the differences! You look beautiful. All right. We'll do it!"
She tidies herself up a bit first, and then leads the way back down, through the bar--and through her door. It opens from Milliways into a dark room, with the chill of thick stone walls. How thick can be seen at the lone window, narrow and high. It lets in a little bar of sunlight, enough to make dust particles shimmer in the air and enough to see a collection of great chests and cupboards.
Mary catches Cosette's eye and grins. "Here we are!"
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Date: 2017-02-20 04:18 pm (UTC)Cosette's question when they're done makes her laugh and kiss Cosette on the cheek. "You look like a bonny lassie," she answers, doing her best accent on the Scottish words. "Very bonny. Or--braw or sonsie, I don't know the differences! You look beautiful. All right. We'll do it!"
She tidies herself up a bit first, and then leads the way back down, through the bar--and through her door. It opens from Milliways into a dark room, with the chill of thick stone walls. How thick can be seen at the lone window, narrow and high. It lets in a little bar of sunlight, enough to make dust particles shimmer in the air and enough to see a collection of great chests and cupboards.
Mary catches Cosette's eye and grins. "Here we are!"