“I would ‘ardly consider it an ailment that needs curing,” Toulouse replied, returning her smile with a rather thoughtful one of his own. “There is nothing wrong with daydreaming, after all.” He nodded at her thanks, hoping to reassure her that it truly was okay. “Of course I did not think you rude. Like I said, it ‘appens. Perhaps if you ‘ad been glaring or — or muttering insults under your breath or something. But if you were, I did not notice,” he chuckled. “Lately? I ‘ave been working on a landscape of le Jardin du Luxembourg. A very pretty, very vibrant garden, particularly in the spring.”
“True.” She nodded, then shrugged a bit. “Of course not. I think that most of my time spent is me daydreaming, really. Do you daydream a lot too?” Aurora certainly did, but she was sure that he knew that. “Oh, yes. I’m going to be glaring at you for hours, of course. I mutter insults quite often, especially at you. Only kidding, of course,” she chuckled as well. “Oh, very nice! I would love to see the finished product.”
