Re: [jude & hannah: tea]
She considered and considered. "He can be a genteel Englishman who inherits. He becomes the laird and has to go live in the Scottish highlands and wear a kilt and everything. Then he finds out the old laird, the dead one, was engaged to marry a highlands lass, and that as a caveat of the inheritance he must marry her. Since he's really impoverished, he agrees, and then they fall in love eventually, after many fights and many moments of sexual tension." She smiled at him, really pleased with her story even if it was just a tale woven and twisted and fabricated. She didn't know Louis at all, but he really didn't sound like he'd make much of a laird.
"Maybe I can climb trees in looser skirts and tights," she suggested, but she was teasing. She didn't have anything against jeans at all, and maybe it would be nice to climb a tree. "But you can teach me. When can set a date and do it, and we'll meet even if there's rain or snow or weirdness afoot." In Repose, there was regularly weirdness afoot. If you let that keep you from doing things, then you'd never do anything at all ever. Now, religion, that was a different thing altogether, and she considered him, considered how he looked at her, before talking. "I don't like the bible. It's filled with abusive people that are racist and terrible, and it's filled with men who are dominant and subjugate women. It's not a very nice book," she said, but the dark shadows cast over her countenance were short-lived. "I like books that are all entirely fiction much better. Even if you don't believe the bible, it's kind of off-putting to know that other people do."
She thought about imperfection, and she smiled at his interpretation of her like of Hester. "You still don't seem like a wife-in-the-attic type, and I think Hester was wonderful. I want to be able to stand up for what I believe in that way, even if the repercussions are terrible. I want to be able to go against the grain and do what I like, even if it's not the accepted or nice thing. You know who's awful? St. John Rivers, from Jane Eyre. Oh, I hate him so much, and I don't know that I'm supposed to." She smiled warmly. "I think I'm doomed to like the Bluebeards of the world."