The trunk with its rearranged contents (a few packets of letters bound with ribbons; a series of carefully folded shirts or skirts or something similar; a dark lump that might be either a sturdy winter coat or merely something wrapped in one) is left open either out of disregard - unlikely - or, perhaps, as a small token of appreciation. A grin hooks at the corner of her mouth.
"I'll have to stop in and see if I've earned some favor yet in thanks for the referral. Let me see."
With a flick of skirts, Fitcher drifts closer - setting her fingers unceremoniously at his collar and some silvered detailed there. The work is briefly assessed. With his hand idle there, she says, "I must owe you at least one, I think. You've been an admirably good sport, Richard."
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Date: 2020-10-17 01:23 am (UTC)"I'll have to stop in and see if I've earned some favor yet in thanks for the referral. Let me see."
With a flick of skirts, Fitcher drifts closer - setting her fingers unceremoniously at his collar and some silvered detailed there. The work is briefly assessed. With his hand idle there, she says, "I must owe you at least one, I think. You've been an admirably good sport, Richard."