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Bryony Capper (goodlight) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Marcus was one of the only people in the world Bryony trusted enough not to stay aware of, and she ignored him while she finished up. After stepping back to survey the effect, she gave a small nod of satisfaction and began tidying her paints away. "Thank you for waiting," she said once she'd made her space at least a little more presentable. She walked over, giving his arm a squeeze, a little afraid to go for more contact when her robes were as paint-splattered as they were. It was mostly dry, but she didn't want to run the risk. "How are you?"

She glanced curiously at the basket Marcus carried, torn between hoping it was full of delicious things and hoping there was something 'healthy'. With Shauna's wedding rapidly approaching, Iris had been more controlling than ever over Bryony's diet. She'd even suggested that Bryony move back home ('at last') where she would find it easier to eat properly - by which she meant that she would order the house-elves not to give her extra. Bryony was trying her hardest to stick to the diet, she didn't want to shame Shauna or look hideous in the wedding photographs, but resisting sweet things was just so difficult. "We can eat in here, and it'll definitely just be us, or we can go sit in the kitchen at a real table - but Dean or Ophelia might come in." There wasn't really anywhere to sit in Braith's painting room, but Bryony had a feeling privacy might be a higher priority today.