Susan Amelia Bones (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} susanamybones) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Susan snorted and nodded. "There are places paint and clay just shouldn't go, quite like sand in that regard I feel," she said, actively trying to repress the urge to laugh at the sudden vivid mental image of Dean painting buck naked.
She paused for a moment at Ophelia's words, but decided that for Dean's sake she'd pretend she hadn't heard them. There'd be plenty of time later to gently tease him about the whole thing.
"Of course," she said with a warm smile. "I'll send you one tomorrow morning to arrange a time and a design."
She narrowed his eyes and peered at him intently for several moments. "Has Seamus been checking up on you lately," she asked shrewdly. "I know I've been a bit lax, but I may have to put my foot down and have you and Ophelia over for dinner one night soon." She allowed herself to smile again at the mention of commissions. "Well I'll definitely be taking you up on that dear. My brother's asked if he could have the house after all, and I've been thinking of actually using all that gold I have lying about to buy myself a house that various members of my family haven't-" she paused, deciding to not finish the sentence. Dean didn't need to think about various members of her family being murdered in her house. "I'd like to have a fresh start."
"Well at least you know yourself well enough to know that dates aren't your thing, although a date with Seamus would've been alright surely." She gave him a big smile and felt herself growing misty eyed for a second. "As long as you're striving towards getting happy then that's what really counts," she said.