"Good idea," Greta agrees, giving both of them a squeeze before getting to her feet. "Here, I'll let the dogs in while you two get settled, all right?" One of the grown-ups has to, and while it's been a moving evening for all of them, Thomas is the one who's been preparing little speeches and presenting jewelry; he ought to sit.
The dogs are both waiting by the door, and look ready to resume their gleeful prancing about until Greta mutters a stern, "Settle down." Then it's all ducked heads and sheepish wags, and she gives both of them a pat before making her way back to the living room, where Thomas and Saoirse have already settled themselves.
"Right, make room for your betrothed," she says with a giddy grin as she sits down beside Thomas, nestling as close as she can get without outright climbing into his lap. Betrothed. She was half-joking, but she does rather like the sound of that. She reaches across him to check on Saoirse, her smile taking on a more sympathetic look. "Bit of a day, eh?" she says softly.
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Date: 2018-12-30 02:35 am (UTC)The dogs are both waiting by the door, and look ready to resume their gleeful prancing about until Greta mutters a stern, "Settle down." Then it's all ducked heads and sheepish wags, and she gives both of them a pat before making her way back to the living room, where Thomas and Saoirse have already settled themselves.
"Right, make room for your betrothed," she says with a giddy grin as she sits down beside Thomas, nestling as close as she can get without outright climbing into his lap. Betrothed. She was half-joking, but she does rather like the sound of that. She reaches across him to check on Saoirse, her smile taking on a more sympathetic look. "Bit of a day, eh?" she says softly.