Her lips twitch as she reaches for the bowl, using a firm grip so she doesn't drop it. She tics an eyebrow at Gene before carrying the bowl to the window.
"However, I could throw in some lavender an' rose petals, if you'll be missin' 'em too awful bad."
She's careful at the window, pulling the lace aside with her forefinger to check the street. She doesn't like feeling exposed, though things outside still look quiet. She throws out the old water, and wastes no time about it; closing the curtains tight when she's done.
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Her lips twitch as she reaches for the bowl, using a firm grip so she doesn't drop it. She tics an eyebrow at Gene before carrying the bowl to the window.
"However, I could throw in some lavender an' rose petals, if you'll be missin' 'em too awful bad."
She's careful at the window, pulling the lace aside with her forefinger to check the street. She doesn't like feeling exposed, though things outside still look quiet. She throws out the old water, and wastes no time about it; closing the curtains tight when she's done.