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[ Yes: Lune is a classic overthinker, and one that is up late too many nights attempting sleep even as her own thoughts make it impossible to slip into slumber. Sciel doesn't need as many hours as some people, but is quick to pass out and snoozes away in relative peace, most nights. There are still some of the old nightmares — some new ones, too, even — but blessedly, those are lessening with time. ...And/or with the presence of the woman at her side, who is a comfort in any situation.

Sciel listens to her girlfriend talk about he 42s, their journals, and how it all factors into her day with a small, but earnest smile. She would listen to Lune talk about most anything, as they've established, but it's more than simply humouring the person she loves. The way Lune talks about it makes Sciel care about it all the more, as the mage is able to present the details and questions and everything in a way that makes it feel...accessible, and important. Sciel doesn't get the sense it's something Lune is doing on purpose, as if to bring it down to a more approachable level, but the effect is there all the same. Her...enthusiasm, maybe, or something like it effuses into the words and draws Sciel in every time.

By the end, she's leaning forward, chin on her palm and braced against a propped-up elbow, eyes twinkling fondly. ]

I'd really like that, cheri. [ She stresses. ] I want to hear more about what you've found, and how it's going to shape our upcoming 'expedition.' [ There's a pause, and then a flash of her teeth in an impish grin. ] ...Plus, I'm all for visiting the Grandis again to see if they've got any more clothes for us. That first set was incredible.

[ She's no fashionista, but, come on. Who wouldn't have liked the uniforms they'd been given, dyed to shine as brilliantly as the surrounding snow?

That's more a joke than anything, though, but she's still looking a little mischievous as they move back to the subject of their evening. ]

I'd offer to make dinner, you know I would, but...well. I'd actually like it to be nice. [ No offense taken! Cooking is decidedly Not her thing.

Lune helpfully suggests something she would be interested in, though, and Sciel commits it to memory, nodding as she taps a finger on the table. ]

Sounds perfect. [ A bottle of wine goes without saying. ] And the occasion is that it's a day where I'd like to have a delicious, private meal with my favourite person. So...just another day, really.

[ Far from it. Though...to be fair, she'd say the same thing even if she didn't have an ulterior motive. They've got all this time and they'd managed the impossible, so each new day is a reason for celebration, big or small.

Sciel cants her head a touch, peering across the remnants of their morning. ]

No rush, but...when you're ready, let's take the scenic route back.

[attheendofthegame]

[No rush. The scenic route. Concepts that, not long ago, would have been anathema to Lune's worldview. There's never been enough time, and no matter how much Lune would love to stop and bask in the myriad wonders of the world, the work is always there, pressing on the back of her mind, never letting her truly enjoy it all the way she wishes she could. Even now, when there finally is time, those journals are calling to her, and she reaches out to give Sciel's hand a regretful little squeeze.]

I don't know about the scenic route. I really do need to get back. Tonight, though, I promise I'm all yours.

[For the few moments it takes her to finish up her coffee, though, she allows herself the indulgence of letting her eyes wander over Sciel's face, studying the little twitches of her lips as she speaks, the way the corners of her eyes crinkle, how her smile distorts the topography of her skin and tugs at the scar tissue on her cheek and nose, the shifting colours of her eyes as the light hits them differently whenever she moves her head. Lune could study Sciel for years, she's sure, and still find more details worth remarking upon. And the more she thinks of Sciel, the further away that strange, momentary headache feels, until she's forgotten all about it.

She sets her coffee cup down and deposits a few francs on the table, enough to pay for the meal and tip the serveur.]

So. Is this picnic going to be in the flat? Do I need to move any of our furniture around? Or have you got a spot outside in mind?

[searingbond]

[ As Lune insists she's still got work to do today, Sciel's hand finds its way back across the surface of the table to cover hers, thumbing enticingly over her knuckles. ]

"Need" to get back? Or...? [ It's a key distinction, with Lune. Because not everything needs to be done as soon as possible (one of their many, recurring subjects of conversation when it comes to the mage's work). ] Not to be greedy, but...I will, a little bit. Could I convince you to spend the day with me? And tomorrow you can get back on track, I promise.

[ Probably. Sciel is weak when it comes to her beautiful girlfriend, and she's often unable (and/or unwilling) to just let Lune work. Not if there's a kiss to be stolen, or a story to be shared, or...anything else, honestly. It doesn't take much. ]

Ah. [ Back to the picnic. ] I've got a spot in mind. Nothing you need to worry about, though I'd like to keep it a secret until it's time. [ Then, quickly: ] Don't set your expectations too high. Set them...medium-high.

[ Her plans involve the roof of their building, after all, which is not the most glamorous place in the city. It will have a lovely view, though. Especially if it ends up being a clear night. ]