Morning sunlight flooded in through the wall of windows. The southern exposure meant the room got the light without the direct glare, and it gilded everything this day. With Johnny?s mods active, it was almost painfully bright when he looked up from the silver chain on the table to Juli working across the way. Silver film over his eyes flashed and glinted in the sunlight before it retracted quickly to reveal emerald brightness. ?Goin? blin? workin? on this - I need ta take a break. Ya set? How ya doin???
Juliane sat hunched and squinted, yet for different reasons. The thinest of watercolor brushes was held delicately in her fingers, a deeper shade of blush pink blossoming in the throat of a rose. The wedding invitations needed to be done and quickly, and her perfectionism for the miniature portrait on each was taking longer than she had anticipated. "I think m'hand's gonna fall off b'fore I get all these done, yeah? Jus' glad ya don't have th' even hun'red I thought ya would." Dropping the brush to the side she straightened and arched her back, arms lifted high over her head.
?No? fer lack ?a tryin?. D?ya know how long it took us ta hash ou? th? list?a people ta invite?? He grinned as he gave a bone-popping stretch of his own, and then stood from the rolling stool. ?So ya wan? some tea?r somethin?? An? have I thanked ya again fer doin? th? invites an? all? Still wan? ta pay ya fer ?em, since yer losin? jobs on accoun? of it.? The last was added more seriously as he turned on the hotplate.
"Oh yeah, please. Jus' put some honey in it. Ya make it too strong fer me." Juliane stood and crossed to the window to watch the activity on the street below a moment. "An' ya can quit offerin'. Th' only type a work I'm missin' right now are all those feather-headed hens Missus Fitzwilliams keeps sendin' my way, and I'd rather do anythin' but that, yeah?" Turning away from the window, she placed her hands against the side of the work table and hopped up onto an empty space. Sitting with her legs crossed beneath her, Juliane leaned forward to look at the pieces and bits spread about the chain work. "B'sides, ya are already payin' th' printer for settin' th' type on the letterpress an' th' production. No need fer ya ta pay him ta have 'em embellished. He handled it fine, but th' man had no vision, yeah?"
Johnny looked back over his shoulder and rolled his eyes at his twin. ?Yeah, an? ya can say tha? again. Di?ja see wha? th? guy wan?ed ta put there? Ugliest pair?a shapeless weddin? bells I ever saw.? He set up the tea mugs while he was talking and then grinned again, suddenly. ?An? I don? make it too strong, ya like it too weak. Ya know wha? someone tol? me one?a th? times I was ?tendin?? Said ya could tell how a gal liked her men by how she liked her tea. So ya wan? em ligh? an? swee? by tha? measure.? Hot water added to the mugs of tea, he waited for them to steep and turned back to face Juli. ?An? speakin? of - tha? Jolyon fella. He somethin? ta ya??
Juliane sat hunched and squinted, yet for different reasons. The thinest of watercolor brushes was held delicately in her fingers, a deeper shade of blush pink blossoming in the throat of a rose. The wedding invitations needed to be done and quickly, and her perfectionism for the miniature portrait on each was taking longer than she had anticipated. "I think m'hand's gonna fall off b'fore I get all these done, yeah? Jus' glad ya don't have th' even hun'red I thought ya would." Dropping the brush to the side she straightened and arched her back, arms lifted high over her head.
?No? fer lack ?a tryin?. D?ya know how long it took us ta hash ou? th? list?a people ta invite?? He grinned as he gave a bone-popping stretch of his own, and then stood from the rolling stool. ?So ya wan? some tea?r somethin?? An? have I thanked ya again fer doin? th? invites an? all? Still wan? ta pay ya fer ?em, since yer losin? jobs on accoun? of it.? The last was added more seriously as he turned on the hotplate.
"Oh yeah, please. Jus' put some honey in it. Ya make it too strong fer me." Juliane stood and crossed to the window to watch the activity on the street below a moment. "An' ya can quit offerin'. Th' only type a work I'm missin' right now are all those feather-headed hens Missus Fitzwilliams keeps sendin' my way, and I'd rather do anythin' but that, yeah?" Turning away from the window, she placed her hands against the side of the work table and hopped up onto an empty space. Sitting with her legs crossed beneath her, Juliane leaned forward to look at the pieces and bits spread about the chain work. "B'sides, ya are already payin' th' printer for settin' th' type on the letterpress an' th' production. No need fer ya ta pay him ta have 'em embellished. He handled it fine, but th' man had no vision, yeah?"
Johnny looked back over his shoulder and rolled his eyes at his twin. ?Yeah, an? ya can say tha? again. Di?ja see wha? th? guy wan?ed ta put there? Ugliest pair?a shapeless weddin? bells I ever saw.? He set up the tea mugs while he was talking and then grinned again, suddenly. ?An? I don? make it too strong, ya like it too weak. Ya know wha? someone tol? me one?a th? times I was ?tendin?? Said ya could tell how a gal liked her men by how she liked her tea. So ya wan? em ligh? an? swee? by tha? measure.? Hot water added to the mugs of tea, he waited for them to steep and turned back to face Juli. ?An? speakin? of - tha? Jolyon fella. He somethin? ta ya??