First Floor Parlor, Saturday Afternoon

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All right, Eleanor hadn't had as much sleep as she might have liked. Those stolp bugs had been singing Fri-ee-day, Fri-ee-day continuously, and the cat had been nervous about her new surroundings, insisting on sniffing every last corner and climbing up to the highest possible perches. And then she would settle down and nuzzle against Eleanor and nap.

Eleanor could have watched the kitty for hours. And had, to be honest. In the wee hours of the night, she had wrapped herself around the warm fuzziness and stolen a few hours' sleep herself.

Soleil -- that was the cat's name, you see, Soleil -- had been a bit upset by the ferry crossing, but seemed to be settling in to their new temporary home just fine. The house was full of interesting smells, and shadows to chase.

It was weird, how Eleanor felt like she could hear someone tsking at her. Probably just the wind. But Eleanor herself was in a lovely mood, and the parlor was so very, very open.

(Is there a tag for the first floor parlor? I couldn't find one. ANYWAY OPEN!!!)

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Pleased at the state of her unpacked trunk, finally, Celia wandered out to the parlor. (The parlor! The whole house, eerie though it was, was a relic from her own time, it seemed.)

She watched Eleanor and Soleil for a moment before venturing, "You brought the cat with you, didn't you?"

Much though she rather liked the house, she didn't much fancy the idea of picking up its strays. But Celia was fairly sure she'd spotted Eleanor with a cat on the ferry over, which was both intriguing and fairly delightful.

[*forces SP upon you omg*]

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"I did," Eleanor said, before widening her eyes. "Oh, no, I didn't ask. You aren't allergic, are you? I didn't expect -- this was entirely impulsive, on my part. I promise she'll behave ..."

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"She's lovely, and I'm not allergic to anything," Celia said hastily, holding up a hand to reassure Eleanor. She smiled, wandering over offer the kitty scritches. "What's her name?"