Surprises come in small packages

[onlytolerable]

Remember, Alexandrie Berthier used to say, you simply must make time for yourself. The fine spring day finds Sophie settled at a table overlooking the green taking her arrière-grand-mère's* advice to heart. She closes her eyes a moment and enjoys the sun warming her cheeks before pushing aside cup and teapot so she can admire her handiwork. That buttery yellow yarn she'd been saving knits rather nice, even if she does say so herself.

She picks up her needles and swiftly casts on stitches for the second tiny baby bootie, all the while humming a lullaby under her breath.


[*great grandmother]

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[onlytolerable]

"I'm fairly certain the chef here might object." They're in more familiar waters now, thank goodness. She's rather proud she managed to steer them there, even if she had to resort to a deliberate misunderstanding to do so.

"You can hold the yarn some evening when I'm winding it if you want. I'm afraid the actual knitting is a one person endeavor." She decides to test the depth of his helpfulness. "You could rub my feet."

[denythyfather]

"I could indeed." He winks at her, then pulls at one leg. "Come on, then. Off with your shoe."