You're most welcome. [She draws her feet up from the floor, shifting back into the bed in her dressing gown. It's an early hour, but the siren call of a nest of pillows and a warm quilt is difficult to resist.]
That said, were it me in your position— I might leave it as is for a few more weeks. Nothing wrong with allowing yourself to be silly for a time. I recall having a rather good time as a school girl.
[Fitcher shoots Ashey a sly grin as she slithers in under her blankets.]
[ The scandalized tone is only partially play, there's no especially good way to hide the way her cheeks flush. Instead she primly pats down her skirts and goes to pick up some of her darning. ]
I'm sure I have no idea what you mean. Shall I blow out the candle?
Only once you've finished with it. I'm perfectly content to sleep through a little light.
[Just as Fitcher is evidently quite happy to allow Ashey's pink cheeks escape without comment, that lecherous auntie turn of her mouth still firmly in place as she settles back into her pillows. Ah, to be young and infinitely silly.]
[ She's too well bred to scowl at that grin, which is more than enough reason to do it. Still she busies herself with picking up her mending. There'll be plenty of light still by the kitchen fire. ]
You've been quite ill, so better for you to get what rest you can. Good night, Mrs Fitcher. And... Thank you for your advice.
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That said, were it me in your position— I might leave it as is for a few more weeks. Nothing wrong with allowing yourself to be silly for a time. I recall having a rather good time as a school girl.
[Fitcher shoots Ashey a sly grin as she slithers in under her blankets.]
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[ The scandalized tone is only partially play, there's no especially good way to hide the way her cheeks flush. Instead she primly pats down her skirts and goes to pick up some of her darning. ]
I'm sure I have no idea what you mean. Shall I blow out the candle?
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[Just as Fitcher is evidently quite happy to allow Ashey's pink cheeks escape without comment, that lecherous auntie turn of her mouth still firmly in place as she settles back into her pillows. Ah, to be young and infinitely silly.]
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You've been quite ill, so better for you to get what rest you can. Good night, Mrs Fitcher. And... Thank you for your advice.