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[ Easing with relief, warmth touches her features. ]

I'll make it a point to call you so more often, then.

[ He makes a pleased hum before finishing off the rest of his meal. Then he's rising up to move his plate to the sink. ]

I wouldn't think there's any shortened variation on your name.

Mn, it's a challenging one. Can't say anyone has figured out a suitable variation of it yet.

[ Really, she needs to get better about multitasking while she eats. She ends up shoving half an egg into her mouth just to catch up. ]

Hm. Perhaps something will come to me.

[ A nickname is never something William's used for someone. For some reason, the idea seems to make him even more comfortable around her, as if he can let go and relax a bit. It's relieving. ]

[ To think that she could be endeared to someone enough that she might receive a nickname... it's not something that she ever considered, nor thought important-- but, well, it has her grinning into her mug! ]

I couldn't imagine what.

We shall see, then.

[ William exits the room, intending to shave and straighten up the rest of his outfit. Though in the back of his mind he's running through name options. ]

[ Once Grell finishes her food, she leaves her coat draped over the back of her chair and rolls up her sleeves. If she's to be in the house until noon, she figures that she may as well wash their dishes.

Though, at this rate, she pay fool poor William into thinking that she's a competent housemate. She grimaces at the thought!

By the time he returns, said dishes have been laid out to dry, and she's wiping down the counter, for she has managed to get it and herself quite wet! Her shirt is visibly stuck to her along her front. ]

[ William returns, looking quite dapper. Noticing the kitchen has been cleaned up, he's about to thank Grell when he sees the state of her shirt. ]

Did something spill?

[ Grell jumps a bit when he speaks, but once she looks up to see him, she visibly relaxes. Noting the state of his dress, a corner of her mouth pulls into a silly little smile, too.

She might say that he looks quite handsome--- until she recalls that he's said something! ]

Hm? Ah--! No-no, I've only got myself to blame for this one...

[ It's then he notices the water along the counter top and the wet cloth in her hand. ]

Ah. You should dry you shirt before heading out.

[ Looking down at herself, she sighs. ]

Y-yes... It should hopefully be decent by the time you've returned. If all goes well, that is...

[ She reaches up to loosen her necktie. ]

[ He heaves his own sigh, apparently not having high hopes about the request he'll make. ]

Hopefully both will happen.

[ With that he's gathering up his hat and bag and bidding her farewell until he's able to return home. Which, thankfully, his father agrees to! A long weekend, at that! ]

[ It seems that, in his absence, Grell had found his book collection and chose one to entertain herself in - after changing back into the sleeping gown she'd been loaned. Walking around in simply trousers simply felt too awkward.

Paired with the throw on the lounge seat, she'd become so comfortable that she's fallen sound asleep! ]

[ When William returns home, he initially thinks Grell has taken off. He silently curses himself for being so foolish, until he hears the slight snoring. Peering over the back of the lounge, he sees her tucked cosily beneath one of his blankets and breathes a sigh of relief. ]

Grell...

[ He nudges her shoulder. ]

[ With a sharp breath, Grell comes to - but as soon as her lids flutter open to the sigh of him, she relaxes with a sleepy sigh, settling her hand over his. ]

Will... What time is it...

Just after 10.

[ He responds after checking his pocket watch. ]

Father allowed me the rest of the week off, along with the weekend, surprisingly.

[ Sitting upright, she extends her arms to encircle his neck! She definitely more awake now, though she still sounds a bit airy. ]

Oh, that's wonderful news!

[ Well, he certainly wasn't expecting to be hugged at that news. He freezes momentarily before loosely hugging her back with one arm. ]

If you get dressed again, we can collect your things.

[ Arms slipping away, she eases back with a nod. Setting the book aside, she gets herself up with a sleepy sound of protest. ]

I'll be quick about it.

[ And so she is! Having hung her shirt by the window, it's even dried completely. The one thing she's missing is her red ribbon. Instead, she's tucked her hair back into her collar - which she doesn't seem too confident about, but she says nothing on it. ]

I don't suppose your horse is trained for a cart?

[ William immediately takes note of the hair change, and of course has to comment on it. ]

You decided to take my advice on the ribbon.

[ Her other question gets answered when William leads her to the side stable where his horse is kept. There's a cart there, as well as a second horse, presumably his wife's. ]

I did, yes... I'm looking a bit more like a normal pedestrian, aren't I?

[ Though it doesn't sound as though she entirely approves of the look. Still, she accompanies him out without hesitation - and seeing the equipment stocked in the stables with his horses, she smiles. ]

Ah, well! To think, I'd be worried.

Not something you're used to, I take it?

[ The horses are led from the stable and William hitches the cart to his. He then puts a saddle on both horses so Grell may ride on her own. ]

You will need to lead the way. I assume you can ride on your own.

[ Grell attempts to help him as she can, though she certainly struggles with pulling her side of the cart! After, she wearily introduces herself to the horse she'll be riding, placing a hand on its snout. ]

I've experience with horse, yes... Though, I'm not entirely the best with them, I can manage. I hope.

She's a well behaved horse. Quite calm and easy to direct.

[ He joins Grell in giving her a pat. The horse is rather calm and doesn't seem put off by Grell, at all. She will behave, William's certain of that.

Mounting his own horse, William carefully leads them from the yard, allowing Grell to ride ahead of him. ]

[ Though she nods, by her silence, it seems that Grell is still apprehensive. It isn't until she's on the horse and out the gate that she seems to ease somewhat.

The redhead leads them halfway across the city, into the arts district. The opera house, the theatre, museums and the like can be found here; however, her flat is nearest to the library, tucked just around the corner. ]

I took advantage of my father's connections to curate classic works for the library's archives. I enjoyed it, but - ah - I can't say if I'm still employed after a week of absence...