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R (vagueambition) wrote in wariscoming,

He very nearly commented with amusement on how proudly she defended her fjords against his rivers when she pulled up the little picture and showed him. He set down the coffee between them and took hold of her wrist long enough to take in the picture as she held it up. The artist in him that still longed to draw everything beautiful he saw wished he had a sketchbook in his hand at that very moment. He could see why she spoke of it with such fondness.

"I can see why you would miss it." And he was sure the smell she referred to was very different to the never the same one day to the next smells of Paris. "It's no Pont d'Iéna, but it is very nice," he tacked on, mostly just to tease.

He was grateful for what she was had done, planned or not, though he suspected the former. She was smart enough to have changed the subject intentionally. Perhaps he was even more grateful because she hadn't once suggested they stop sitting in the gutter like street urchins.