Of course she had. He might make fun of her tendency towards indolence all he liked, but when it came to what was important, Liliana was quite diligent. The trouble was, of course, the kinds of things she considered important.
Opening mail from her accountant, for example. Not important.
And that consternation deepened further as he mentioned the cake, but the above really clarified why, didn't it? She put effort into what she found important, and the cake and the card were indications of effort, and therefore it made certain things obvious beyond a shadow of a doubt... Parties and extravagant vacations were easily brushed over as things she would also enjoy, and even having him move in with her - hard to admit as it was with words - could be passed off as convenience, but these things? They carried no intrinsic benefit to her, and yet...
Where was that vaunted self-possession, exactly? Had she forgotten to pack it?
"Hmm?" Blind Eternities, now she was nattering in her own head. Possibly even wool-gathering. "I'll have you know, Starlily was a proper horse, not a pony. She'd outgrown her pony at least two years prior to hear her tell of it." She slid the card back into the envelope, and turned to face him. "What would you like me to do with this, darling?"
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Opening mail from her accountant, for example. Not important.
And that consternation deepened further as he mentioned the cake, but the above really clarified why, didn't it? She put effort into what she found important, and the cake and the card were indications of effort, and therefore it made certain things obvious beyond a shadow of a doubt... Parties and extravagant vacations were easily brushed over as things she would also enjoy, and even having him move in with her - hard to admit as it was with words - could be passed off as convenience, but these things? They carried no intrinsic benefit to her, and yet...
Where was that vaunted self-possession, exactly? Had she forgotten to pack it?
"Hmm?" Blind Eternities, now she was nattering in her own head. Possibly even wool-gathering. "I'll have you know, Starlily was a proper horse, not a pony. She'd outgrown her pony at least two years prior to hear her tell of it." She slid the card back into the envelope, and turned to face him. "What would you like me to do with this, darling?"