Lulu, for her part, had been lounging in front of the fireplace with a glass of sparkling grapefruit juice. She really just wanted something with bubbles in it, and as champagne and soda were out of the question, she'd opted for that. The book was a simple murder mystery, but one she was getting involved in. As such, when Skwisgaar called out, she jumped slightly before chuckling to herself at letting her imagination run off with her.
She dogeared the page and put the fire out with a water spell, drying the wood with a wind spell before standing up. She had progressed to the point in her pregnancy where it took a bit of effort. She was glad she'd thought to pick up her drink, as bending over to reclaim it would have been too much effort. She left the book as a lost cause and pulled her robe tighter around her shoulders before padding into the other room to check on her husband.
Lulu had been married long enough to know when he plucked at the strings in a way that didn't make sense to her, that seemed to be random, he was sorting through things. She sat a bit away from him, not touching him, and rest her head on the back of the couch. Watching him was soothing for her, and she smiled at him.