Re: Robert and Dora
"I like stretching my mind," she admitted. Her proects were a passion of hers. Een if they were just for the shop. She did not consider herself a creative person on the whole; but her charms creations were actually rather creative and unique at times. She wasn't artistic, couldn't hold a tune in a bucket or anything of the sort, but her spell work was absolutely lovely most of the time.
"He's always had a passion for helping people," she said. "It runs in the family and he largely followed in mother's footsteps." As she would have, once upon a time, but the bitterness over any of that had washed from her the last several years. One corner of her mouth pulled up in a faint smirk, though. "Though you're one to speak," she said, poking light fun at him, a tease for someone she was getting to know but did not yet know well. "But aye, my niece, and she's a pretty, clever bairn." She loved her family. Anyone who knew her could tell it, and she would kill for them in a heartbeat.
Dora did not mind a certain degree of discomfort, but she did not think it would flatter her if she wore her clothing too tight. A slight lapse in her confidence lay with her body, never completely dispelled after the twins, and no one for more than a night here and there after it, and those were very rare indeed as well. She was, perhaps, a little vain, and did not want to do herself a disservice.
"If I can find a babysitter," she said with a nod. "Though either of my parents may be willing, and they are not interested in attending... I think." The last was said thoughtfully, for although it was her father who had offered to babysit... she'd found it was both of her parents doing it in actuality,t hough she had not actually seen her mother. Now taht was something to ponder.