[ There are several old boxes coated in dust, but nothing very spectacular. Grell seems intent on poking through them, though. ]
That would be perfect, darling.
[ She calls to him quietly whilst she rummages-- and a few minutes later, returns with a few crate lids. Stacking them on top of one another, she dusts off her hands, meeting William's gaze in passing. ]
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That would be perfect, darling.
[ She calls to him quietly whilst she rummages-- and a few minutes later, returns with a few crate lids. Stacking them on top of one another, she dusts off her hands, meeting William's gaze in passing. ]
You know, for a fire.