"Why thank you kindly, sir." Rachel laughed a little as she found a mason jar she could use. Instead of modern running water, she'd found a well and pump out back, but she had a pitcher of water already inside. She busied herself with arranging the flowers a bit before setting them on her little table, decked with a checked table cloth.
Let no cliche go unturned, she supposed.
"It worries me how in-stride I take all of this now. Like, home was crazy, but I don't think I ever woke up in the wild-wild-west." Turning back to him, she brushed a few drop of water off on her skirt. "So what did you have in mind? I'm thinking a movie's kinda out of the picture."
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Date: 2012-04-20 06:54 pm (UTC)Let no cliche go unturned, she supposed.
"It worries me how in-stride I take all of this now. Like, home was crazy, but I don't think I ever woke up in the wild-wild-west." Turning back to him, she brushed a few drop of water off on her skirt. "So what did you have in mind? I'm thinking a movie's kinda out of the picture."