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Poor Nigel. Elinor didn't do more than glance his way, but she could just sense the nervousness pouring off of him. She wished she could say he had no reason to feel that way. But... she was nervous, too. She was thankful that they were finally offered to sit down. The lab worker felt as though she might faint, and she was sure Nigel wasn't feeling his best, either.
The sofa was obviously rarely sat in. It was not uncomfortable, but firm. She found herself unable to sit back. The woman removed her gloves and set them on the table, before setting her hands on her lap, unsure of what else she might do with them.
Although Elinor wasn't thirsty, she was looking forward to having something occupy her hands, and potentially her attention. Maybe, just maybe...
And, without hesitation, her mother started. She wasn't going to let her make this uncomfortable. She wouldn't. Elinor took in a silent breath.
"Well, I just didn't think about it. Clarice asked, as Clarice is prone to do. By the way, did you happen to invite them today?" Seriously. She couldn't tell if er sisters would be better or worse. Probably worse. Elinor was the youngest, and therefore... Nigel would be a walking target. Oh, sweet Merlin, please let that answer be 'no'.
And dad-- business as always. At least there was that.
"No sugar," she compulsively answered his question. Then she realized she had done that and cast a glance over at Nigel. Well... that was right, wasn't it? Nigel didn't take sugar with his tea? Wasn't it the girlfriend's job to know that?
Anyway.
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