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Blair was passing by and saw Ella. She decided to come in and make herself comfortable.

"You sew?"

There was no judgement there. Blair was merely gathering information.

Edited 2008-06-18 01:54 (UTC)

There was a muttered ow -- another needle jab -- before Ella blinked and turned to look at Blair. "Not well," she said ruefully. "They made us practice at finishing school. I tore my blouse last week and thought I'd mend it myself."

"And hello."

"You need new clothes," Blair told her, ignoring the hello since they were already talking and therefore clearly beyond that stage. She looked Ella over. "We're not the same size, but I can probably get my hands on some samples that might fit you. Do you do tailoring?"

"I probably do," Ella had to acknowlege. "I got some more modern things ~~in a handwavy manner~~, but I suppose I'm more comfortable with the stuff from home."

She frowned. "You mean hemming and such? I could try. Most of what I know is more like embroidery, knitting, all of that." Nothing useful; that would be against the point of finishing school.

"I suppose we could get a tailor too if needed," Blair said. "But you do do mending?"

"I can, for myself," Ella said warily, not sure where this was going. "I have no idea how people are seamstresses -- it's such fiddly work."

"It never hurts to have someone you trust in case of couture emergency," Blair said. "Not that you'd wear the same outfit twice, but still..."

Ella boggled a little; wearing something only once, except a ballgown, was not a principle that she had been taught, and it sounded wasteful. "Do you mean for dances and such, or everyday clothes too?" she asked cautiously.

"Mostly parties and events," Blair said. Granted back home those were everyday. "You wouldn't want to rewear an outfit that made the society pages. That's a sure way to never make them again."

"That's much the same as at home," Ella mused. "Not that we have society pages exactly, but it wouldn't do to wear the same gown to different balls. One would look ... poor, or cheap, or the like, and people would talk."

"Exactly," Blair said. "You might as well give up right then and there. Move to some other country and don't bother coming back."

It was very hard to resist teasing Blair when she got like this.

"Perhaps start wearing masks," Ella suggested solemnly. "You would want to hide your face in public, after all."

"Don't even go out in public," Blair said. "Spare us all the agony."

Ella looked to the side, considering this. "Maybe you could leave with a more stylish person, if you promised to only go to the shop and back," she suggested. "Or, rather, only to return with better clothing."

Edited 2008-06-18 02:46 (UTC)

"I don't know anyone who could pull it off," Blair said. "Not even me, but of course I wouldn't be caught dead in those circumstances."

"I would say I was possessed," Ella claimed, laughter in her eyes. "An evil fairy forced me to go out in the gown from the night before, please forgive me."

"Around here that could happen," Blair admitted. "I'm not sure that would fly back on the Upper East Side."

"You don't have fairies at home?" Ella asked, half-envious. "Anyhow .... hmm. If not that, you'd have to find a better excuse. Or just slink away in shame."

"Probably not the kind of fairies you're thinking of," Blair told her. "Slinking is the more traditional option."

"What other kind are there?" Ella wondered. "Ours just look like normal people, though they can do magic."

"Ours look like very fabulous people and they can do magic with fashion," Blair said.

"Ours can look fabulous, but they mostly choose to blend in," Ella babbled. "I'm not sure about fashion, I've never asked one for help with that. They mostly don't like doing magic when people will know."

"We'll fix that," Blair said. Because she wasn't going to have people around her who weren't fashionable.

"What do you think of the shop in town?" Ella asked. "A boy in one of my classes mentioned it, but I haven't been in."

"I haven't been," Blair admitted. "I suppose we could take a look sometime."

"It would be a place to start," Ella shrugged.

It was rare that Pride turned out to be as loud and annoying as his mother had been, but, tonight, he must have been in a bit of a mood and was keeping Adah from properly relaxing. A bit reluctantly, she moved toward the common room, rabbit cradled and curled like a ball of fluff in the crook of her good arm and, when she got to the common room, she awkwardly but relatively easily, bent in a little to set him down on the floor. Let him run around like crazy in here; she didn't care if he chewed on anything here, and maybe he'd wear himself out by the time he'd had his fun expending himself so she could sleep well enough tonight.

Fat chance, though, which was why Adah was going for the cupboard for a cup of tea while Pride hopped across the floor with random abandon. The people already in the room got a bit of a hike of her chin in a vague sort of greeting.

Ella was happy for the excuse to set aside her mending. "Bunny!" she said gleefully, kneeling to get a better look at the rabbit.

She glanced to the brunette making tea. "Is he yours?" she inquired.

It may have been a stupid question.

With Adah as an owner, Pride wasn't exactly used to joyful exclamations in response to him. Thrown books, maybe, but rarely sounds. He jumped quite a bit, skittering away behind the television set, and only tentatively peeking out a moment later.

And then, as if remembering his name, he hopped back out with his head lifted, nose twitching, as if pretending that no such skittering occurred.

Adah watched it all with her amusement plainly clear in her crooked face, a mug dangling from her good hand, and she nodded a little in response.

Ella stayed kneeling on the floor, holding some fingers out to the skittish bunny. She watched it exit and return with some amusement on her face, then glanced back at Adah.

"He's handsome," she declared. "Or she's beautiful, one can't really tell with rabbits. Or at least I can't; I'm sure you know."

Pride hopped forward just a little bit more, just slightly out of the girl's reach, and there he stayed, head still lifted. Clearly indicating that, yes, of course, she could pet him, but that was the most effort he was making on the deal, and he certainly hoped she'd felt privileged for the chance.

The whole thing had Adah snorting. "He," she informed the other girl. What? Couldn't she tell by that alone?

Ella looked at the rabbit with some amusement, noting a certain male arrogance to the way he held his ears, as if preening. "He," she agreed, scooting forward to pet him. "I'm Ella, by the way."

The rabbit's ears twitched a little with impatience; he didn't have all day. He was in the big room, and there was hopping to be done!

"Adah," she offered, a bit reluctantly, but the days of not talking were going to pass for good once she left for Emory, so she'd better get used to it. She could still keep it simple and short, though. She gave a jerk of her head toward the rabbit. "Pride," she offered, turning a bit toward the cupboard to finish getting her tea ready.

Ella petted the rabbit for a moment, aware it no doubt had other rabbitish duties it wished to attend to. "Nice to meet both of you," she declared. "I was new in May, and I seem to still be finding people I hadn't met before."

That was it? Pride was loftily disappointed. For a few moments, anyway, before he wen and hopped off again to explore behind the couch.

"I generally don't tend to meet people much at all," Adah commented with a slight shrug of her good shoulder while her hand busied itself with preparing the tea.

"How do you manage that?" Ella asked, curious.

Adah grinned lightly, shaking her head a little. It wasn't that difficult to figure that out. You simply didn't talk to people and stayed in your room; common sense. Nothing worth wasting words on, so Adah didn't say anything. The kettle started to whistle and she lifted it from the range, turning toward Ella and tilting her head slightly in question as she held it up. Tea?

Adah, it seemed, wasn't much for words. Well, that was superior to its opposite, Olive, who spoke every thought and many things that were not worthy of the term.

"Please," Ella said, with a slight smile and a nod.

With a slight nod, Adah set the teapot back on the stove so that she could get another mug; she placed it on the counter so that she could them pour the tea. Back to the range with the pot to pick up the tea cup and turn, holding it out for Ella. The other girl looked good, healthy and whole. She could be the one to move to get her tea.

Her move, then. Ella took the few steps to get the cup and found sugar to add before taking a sip.

It was very good tea. "Thank you," she said. "What kind is this?"

And Adah had just finished looping her fingers around the handle of her mug when Ella asked; she sighed a little in a slight bit of annoyance. True, she could have just said what it was, but there was a big difference in agreeing to speak more freely and wasting unnecessary words. Her fingers unraveled away from the handle, reaching for the tin of Ceylon tea and setting it on the counter, shifting it so that the label could be clearly read from where Ella was.

Her fingers made another reach for her mug.

Second Floor CR, Tuesday Night

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