Greetings and other formalities were never much her specialty either, and Mabelle simply nodded with chattering teeth in thanks, always faintly pleased when he didn't automatically slam the door back in her face. Clearly they made some progress. She wasn't usually in much of a hurry, but she wasted no time getting inside. Without gloves, she was having to substitute with the far too long sleeves of the coat, her hands fisted up inside the excess fabric. "Am I?" she asked, "I thought I was ahead, so I picked up dinner. I haven't eaten, but." While the thought of warm bread was tempting, if he was impatient to start the lessons, eating it later was just as fine.
Dropping both the bread and the book down on Michel's table, Mabelle shrugged off the coat and draped it over the back of a chair. "Oh, and I found this," she indicated to the book of sheet music by flipping it open, not having time to examine it for herself yet. "And thought you'd get better use of it than..." Well, she hadn't really questioned the origin of the sheet music when she accepted it as partial payment for a modeling session that afternoon. She would have preferred all money, only getting half of what she expected, but it wasn't until afterward that she had been informed that the agreed upon price was too much for the painter to cover. She really wasn't in much position to argue anyway, and a reputation of being difficult to work with was all that was needed to end her only source of income.
It was the holiday season, at least, so it only seemed fitting to bring some sort of gift even though Christmas was banned and already passed anyway, not that she ever really cared much for the holiday. "It was either this or a globe, and this was easier to carry."