[A small adjustment has her twisting on the pillow just a bit, the bowl of popcorn brought up to sit on the floor at her side within the flop of a hand's reach. She has her own piece of cake - yellow, dark chocolate icing - balanced on the flat of her stomach, and with a twist of her wrist, she flicks her hair behind her shoulders and settles in. Feet outstretched, she looks back over toward Rosella, poised with the power of remote control.]
Okay. All set.
[Claire only spares one more glance, at the moment, in Rosella's direction, abrupt and short and only out of the corner of her eye, just one attempt to make sure that things are as okay as they can be for now. She's not quite sure she believes that Rosella is as fine and dandy as she pretends to be, but for the moment it is just one more shell in a collection to be admired and poke at later. For now, Claire can look back at the television screen as a familiar scene swells and starts, as the story lays itself out like the unveiling of a new painting, as she crosses one arm over her stomach and takes a drink of chocolate milk, exhaling.
pass the parcel, wrap unwrap, and open up the locks
[A small adjustment has her twisting on the pillow just a bit, the bowl of popcorn brought up to sit on the floor at her side within the flop of a hand's reach. She has her own piece of cake - yellow, dark chocolate icing - balanced on the flat of her stomach, and with a twist of her wrist, she flicks her hair behind her shoulders and settles in. Feet outstretched, she looks back over toward Rosella, poised with the power of remote control.]
Okay. All set.
[Claire only spares one more glance, at the moment, in Rosella's direction, abrupt and short and only out of the corner of her eye, just one attempt to make sure that things are as okay as they can be for now. She's not quite sure she believes that Rosella is as fine and dandy as she pretends to be, but for the moment it is just one more shell in a collection to be admired and poke at later. For now, Claire can look back at the television screen as a familiar scene swells and starts, as the story lays itself out like the unveiling of a new painting, as she crosses one arm over her stomach and takes a drink of chocolate milk, exhaling.
For now, Claire can be comfortable.]