Eloise shrugged and glanced at the green and blue spattered canvas. "There's a couple of things I have in mind but I haven't been able to focus long enough to get them down on canvas," she said, glancing down at his hand, feeling the heat against her skin. She couldn't help the pink flush that covered her cheeks. She liked it when he touched her and the fact that she'd been dreaming about it for way, way, way too long.
"Oh goodness," she said, shaking her head and wrinkling her nose. "Thestral bites are the worst. They foam and do that weird, smelly, putrid thing." She shuddered. "I gagged the last time I had to deal with it and then I threw up." She leaned across Augie, grabbing the wine glasses off the end table. They were clean... she'd just forgotten to put them away last night as she'd gotten distracted by her paint brush. "Jonesie was not happy with me and made me scrub toilets so I could get used to icky smells."
Leaning back, she opened the bottle of wine and poured, handing him a glass and brushing a kiss to his cheek. She liked that she could do that now. It was... perfect. "I'm excited!" she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "It's going to be so much fun!"