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Candace Quaye (fullvoice) wrote in junctusic,

"Of course," Candace said, remembering that Oliver's students had ranged in age. "It's a lovely thing you're doing, and I'm sure the parents are grateful for a chance to talk about adult things for a while. I certainly would have been, when my three were small." Candace had been lucky enough to have help parenting, if she'd wanted it, so she could've simply chosen to go out to socialise and leave her children in someone else's care, but she'd always preferred taking them with her. "Do you prefer to structure it so that the parents can't pepper you with question the entire time?" she asked. "I imagine that must be a risk, as someone famous."


Oliver having a free hand to work with would probably be helpful, so Candace nodded, though she did wince slightly, afraid he would burn himself on the hot drink. "Aren't you going to eat your marshmallow?" she asked, seeing it sitting, still plump and squishy, in the bottom of Oliver's cup. "That's always the best part of a hot chocolate, isn't it?" At least, it was to Candace's sweet tooth. "What were you supposed to be doing in London?" she asked, curious what the rain had prevented Oliver from enjoying.