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Genie de la Lune (wolfinboots) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"You just need a more personal touch. These things can help with that. Maybe go to a few craft fairs and get a few things too. My mate, Brighid, she sews in her spare time, what there is of it. I don't use much magic in what I do either, usually. I've been in the Muggle world a long time." She might have grown up in the magical world, in a magical community, but she'd been given a hard dose of fitting into this world during the war and it had stuck in may unintentional ways. "Candles always soften the lighting, and the scents can do a lot more than people give them credit for. Relaxation, scent memory, all of that. The scent of baking or the scent of roses, it does different things."

Genie grinned and chuckled, a throaty sound. "I doubt you'll have any trouble doing that," she told him frankly, as she knew very little other way to be. Rich and charming, she doubted he had trouble with the ladies.

"All righty. You take a look and I'll take a look." She handed over the catalog, going to nose around in the indicated door, shameless in her curiosity though it was sanctioned. She loved seeing how other people lived. Perhaps it was her different living situation, but other people did fascinate her. She poked around there, looking and considering options, things she would like and trying to put a masculine light on it.

"I can do different styles," she called through the open door. "I just haven't had time since moving to stock up my usual variety. I sold off most of what I'd made before, when we moved to London." It was a hobby that made her a fair amount of money, especially close to the holidays.