"Never." Felix's assurance is immediate, his smile widening when Jim leans into his hands. "But I know you like it to be perfect."
He leans forward to kiss Jim lightly. "Now, shall we see to these kites? I'm sure Marcella is waiting."
She's not, exactly: she's taking the time to give the forge floor a bit of a sweep, that being the part of the house most fanatically kept in order. But she does have everything they'll need laid out on a workbench already, and the shutters open to throw as much light on the interior as possible.
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Date: 2017-03-12 03:52 pm (UTC)He leans forward to kiss Jim lightly. "Now, shall we see to these kites? I'm sure Marcella is waiting."
She's not, exactly: she's taking the time to give the forge floor a bit of a sweep, that being the part of the house most fanatically kept in order. But she does have everything they'll need laid out on a workbench already, and the shutters open to throw as much light on the interior as possible.