[ Grell can't help but smile when taking up her cup to inhale its scent. ]
Well, now it would be a waste not to.
[ Feet swaying whilst she jots down ideas, she occasionally hums or croons when coming across a good one. Once she's got her rough draft down, she folds up the paper to toss into the fire! It's on to rewriting it in flowing script, then, working little hearts into its punctuation, and finishing it off with the note, To my beloved William, Grell, written extravagantly and dated. Once she's satisfied, she holds the paper up to finally mist the back, and gently waves in about to dry! ]
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Well, now it would be a waste not to.
[ Feet swaying whilst she jots down ideas, she occasionally hums or croons when coming across a good one. Once she's got her rough draft down, she folds up the paper to toss into the fire! It's on to rewriting it in flowing script, then, working little hearts into its punctuation, and finishing it off with the note, To my beloved William, Grell, written extravagantly and dated. Once she's satisfied, she holds the paper up to finally mist the back, and gently waves in about to dry! ]