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"How on earth will you keep from hyperventilating before That Sunday?" She smiles. "I wonder if Earl is bubbling similarly with his friends?"

"Oh, how I wish I had said Imbolc instead!"

She claps a hand over her mouth.

Coradel laughs and only catches her volume after the first surprised burst escapes her. "Oh, sorry, sorry!" she says, still giggling. "You are shameless, and it suits you well!"

"..for.. for the picnic. aye..." Sheepishly.

"Well, for the picnic...I believe I might have a necklace that might be yours for the day."

"...and the night." Sip.

"...Aye?" Hopeful.

A wink. "Aye." She finishes her tea. "I will return with a few that you might choose from."

"But.. but perhaps afterwards, it could be nice to celebrate with friends, aye. Carnival is a happy season." She ventures, delicately.

"Says she who is never asked to play the fool," Coradel gives a wry grin. "But yes. We shall have all the celebrations that we can possibly find an excuse to have. Let us run the boggans ragged with preparation!" she waves a hand with airy direction.

"Oh, I would not wish much fuss... just... " she turns her hands out, palms up, in a helpless gesture.

"I feel as though I am a net full of fluttering moths. As if I am but cobwebs and star dew. I have taken leave of all sense."

"And isn't it glorious?"

"Thank you for sharing a bit of the giddiness." Coradel winks as she rises from her chair. "And for the tea."

"You are a most welcome guest, Lady Coradel." Zara splays a hand over her chest and bends over it.

A courteous nod of her own, and she leaves the library, stepping carefully past the flowers and vines as she goes.

Later, Coradel may notice a smattering of flowers and such in other spots, but not nocturnal for the most part. How curious. Someone else has something blooming?

But that's for another time