[Evelyn highly doubts that "the Emperor" will have followed her back to her bedroom, but there's no sense in taking the risk given the nature of this event.
She isn't nearly as tense as she was before, having settled down after putting the kettle on to boil. Tea always helps, and if it doesn't, then the ritual act of putting it all together feels calming enough. Having pulled a couple of chairs around the table in her room, Evelyn tries - and fails - to distract herself with reading. She can almost hear Handel's Hallelujah chorus when someone knocks on the door.]
Coming.
[Book down, stand up, a stroll over to the door to open it juuuust enough to- Thank Heavens, somebody sane. Stepping back, it swings wide and she gestures that Philip enter. The only thing she wasn't able to clean up entirely happens to be the small pile of dresses draped over the ottoman at the foot of her bed, ranging from the abominably opulent to the much more flattering.
We are pretending that these don't exist because the closet won't take them back.]
Thank you for coming, it's...well, as you can imagine, it's been a rather strange weekend so far.
[He implied earlier that he too had been having some trouble with "quadrants." Assuming the worst is difficult when she doesn't know his other acquaintances, but the whole ordeal probably hasn't been easy.]
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She isn't nearly as tense as she was before, having settled down after putting the kettle on to boil. Tea always helps, and if it doesn't, then the ritual act of putting it all together feels calming enough. Having pulled a couple of chairs around the table in her room, Evelyn tries - and fails - to distract herself with reading. She can almost hear Handel's Hallelujah chorus when someone knocks on the door.]
Coming.
[Book down, stand up, a stroll over to the door to open it juuuust enough to- Thank Heavens, somebody sane. Stepping back, it swings wide and she gestures that Philip enter. The only thing she wasn't able to clean up entirely happens to be the small pile of dresses draped over the ottoman at the foot of her bed, ranging from the abominably opulent to the much more flattering.
We are pretending that these don't exist because the closet won't take them back.]
Thank you for coming, it's...well, as you can imagine, it's been a rather strange weekend so far.
[He implied earlier that he too had been having some trouble with "quadrants." Assuming the worst is difficult when she doesn't know his other acquaintances, but the whole ordeal probably hasn't been easy.]