#datenight

Earl tries VERY hard not to laugh, lest he offend a Bookwyrm's sensibilities, and he nods to Zara, "Then it shall be so" And brushes and canvas are set, while she nestles into her seat, and Bronte on her shoulder.

Gently boops the wyrm's snout with a pale fingertip. "Soon."

Bronte sighs, but waits all an eager. It can be hard for the young to be patient.

And indeed, Zara settles into her wingback, to watch and read and revel in quiet companionship.

(End scene)