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[acuttingfigure]

[Speaking into phone.] How terribly unfortunate.

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[She sips a sangrita as she half listens to the conversation, taking a break from watercolor coloring. Nose scrunches up and her hands makes the 'yak, yak, yak' motion.]

Is this normal stuff or psychopathic bullshit?

[In French, just in case it's 'normal stuff'. Things she might know.]

[acuttingfigure]

[ He twists, shooting her a look that's equal parts amused and exasperated. ]

Tedious bullshit. [ Which could mean any number of things, really, but generally refers to the nebulous topic of "work things". ] Pass the sangria, would you darling?

The things I do for you, bb.

[heart_the_art]

[And her mature reaction to the expression. Sticks out her tongue and crosses her eyes before sighing.]

You don't say. Fancy that. [And her return look is stubborn for a moment. His work fascinates her though she's hardly useful. For a moment she looks at the mixed drink before pouring the drink and walking over with it (legs slightly unsteady due to the boat's motion).] We're going to have to work on your manners when you get off the phone with... Scotland Yard? 36 quai des Orfevres?

[uncutclarity]

I think I'm taking it in stride, really.

[Stride and long hours in the office, but that was par for the course.]

Though I am waiting for the first instance of 'how could you break his heart?!' Sophie's been holding Cornelia Henshaw back so far, but it's only a matter of time.