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[topofadmiration]

Having found a nice little patch of sunlight somewhere out on the lawn, Miranda is sitting cross-legged in the grass with a great book open on her lap. She is bent over it, clearly quite absorbed, silently moving her lips along with the words. Perhaps surprisingly, she reads quite quickly, and is a fair way through the volume on her lap.

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[lesser_son]

It is not Melou's best week ever, but he sits down quietly beside her and looks over her shoulder.

[topofadmiration]

After a moment or so, she adjusts, sliding the book halfway onto his lap that she might lean her head against his shoulder.

[lesser_son]

He puts his arm around her waist.

[topofadmiration]

"Art well, my lord?" she asks softly, not looking up.

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano might come strolling out of the Mansion eventually, and smile as he sees her.

He'll pause and wait for her to be done before he speaks.

[topofadmiration]

In that case, he may be waiting quite a while...

[cyranosavignien]

He's of a patient sort, these days.

[topofadmiration]

Well, she looks up eventually and starts when she sees him standing there.

[emocaliban]

Caliban comes outside and pauses, watching her read for a moment before getting her attention.

"Hey, Miranda!"

[topofadmiration]

"Cal, sir!" she replies brightly.

[emocaliban]

He gives her a grin and ambles over. "How're you?"

[topofadmiration]

"Well, sir, I thank you."