xix. dictated, action

[heloise]

Lana
How about an early morning ride?

Micheletto
You will help me with my crates. [ Because packing is tough. ]

Stephanie
Tell me if you mean to visit, even if not to see me. He would not find unexpected guests so pleasant.

What does it mean when the castle gave some no glimpse of old age?

[ Lucrezia is on her knees in the church in town, hands counting through her white rosary and reciting her prayers under her breath. She keeps her hood over her head.

It might seem foolish to believe that saying something over and over again gives it greater weight, or that time and voice can buy penance, but she feels she must at least-- try. She isn't praying for her own soul, she wonders if she would ever. But she loses count of how many times she has said the Ave Maria, and stands to go. ]

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[heloise]

[ Lucrezia spoons up one corn to plop it into her mouth and let out an appreciative hum. Sweeter than apples, then again most modern foods are. She wants to learn how anyone eats with these chopsticks though, stirring the bowl as he said to and now setting her spoon down to watch him. ]

Show me first how you would eat it.

[ofhope]

[ He does! Although he still definitely eats like an American, he at least knows how to use the chopsticks by now, and he shows her how he holds them together before digging in. He takes just a small portion so she can just get the idea, placing them on the spoon with broth and meat already in it, so that it's an easy bite! Well, a little bit of slurping. ]

See, easy!

[heloise]

[ That still looks too difficult! She tries to put the two sticks together at least, holding them like she would a pen, like he did. Only the noodles mostly slip past her chopsticks even if she manages to get a little bit into the spoon. Success!

She chuckles with accomplishment and holds up her spoon like a toast to victory. ]

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