"I'm sure he will when he's next in town. After all, his workshop's there," Scarlett replied, knowing Miles would probably do so when he needed somebody to babysit and not a moment before. She picked up a piece of paper and a pencil and started to draw, surprised to find she was somewhat artistic when she sketched Miles quite easily, fingers moving with muscle memory.
She glanced up when Romilda harrumphed, feigning concern. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you want something?" she asked.
Scarlett shrugged. "I don't know. He's let me move all my possessions here and we're only friends so I don't see how or why she would complain," she replied, not adding 'for the moment'. "He's a good friend and he's helping me, a much better man than most people give him credit for. Not that any of this is really your business."