I’ll do some drafts first. See what you like most.
[Mia isn’t looking up, just keeps focusing on the open page. A smile tugs at her lips while she brainstorms. She has a decent idea already: Storybook. Something she’s always wanted to do. Granted it won’t be nearly as many illustrations as a typical children’s book would have - but it’s the same idea. And she likes that. It suits her sensibilities.
Something soft and warm and comforting. Dreamy. Notning dark or twisted or terrifying for once.]
You won’t be disappointed. Promise. [She finally looks up, gives him a direct smile. The pencil is placed in the book to free up her hand - her pesky hair needs to be tucked behind her ear.]
Um - can I look at the china? [She gestures back towards where they were sitting.] I didn’t think about the detail before. [This isn’t just a thinly-veiled attempt at asking for more food. Honest.]
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[Mia isn’t looking up, just keeps focusing on the open page. A smile tugs at her lips while she brainstorms. She has a decent idea already: Storybook. Something she’s always wanted to do. Granted it won’t be nearly as many illustrations as a typical children’s book would have - but it’s the same idea. And she likes that. It suits her sensibilities.
Something soft and warm and comforting. Dreamy. Notning dark or twisted or terrifying for once.]
You won’t be disappointed. Promise. [She finally looks up, gives him a direct smile. The pencil is placed in the book to free up her hand - her pesky hair needs to be tucked behind her ear.]
Um - can I look at the china? [She gestures back towards where they were sitting.] I didn’t think about the detail before. [This isn’t just a thinly-veiled attempt at asking for more food. Honest.]