( He murmurs back, ever the conspirator and a worldly boy, apparently now devoted to his apple and his duties of supervision. It's good what he's doing, the doctor is, passing his thumb quite proper on the letters' edges. Though, here's the boy nudging him when he dallies, so he doesn't wrinkle the ends. It's thin paper in the Mouse House, or coarse or stained. Can't be making it worse. )
I've been up. ( This, after Mrs. Kellaway's letters, and he can't help himself whispering when the doctor's asked to place her correspondence down — ) It's from her daughter, I've seen her. She smells.... nice.
( Sweet. Like the full-fledged vanilla pod they scatter in expensive pastries. ) She's up. We can't be... going up and staying long. When we want. Or don't. We haven't got... they think we'll make people ill again. But we won't. I'm very...
( Look here, pinning the apple between his teeth, while he holds up his palms to show where there's only a faint trace of toffee, and not a lick of dirt. After, he takes the apple in hand again. )
I wash every... most days. And between the toes and behind the ears. Ma'am Mariol says so.
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( He murmurs back, ever the conspirator and a worldly boy, apparently now devoted to his apple and his duties of supervision. It's good what he's doing, the doctor is, passing his thumb quite proper on the letters' edges. Though, here's the boy nudging him when he dallies, so he doesn't wrinkle the ends. It's thin paper in the Mouse House, or coarse or stained. Can't be making it worse. )
I've been up. ( This, after Mrs. Kellaway's letters, and he can't help himself whispering when the doctor's asked to place her correspondence down — ) It's from her daughter, I've seen her. She smells.... nice.
( Sweet. Like the full-fledged vanilla pod they scatter in expensive pastries. ) She's up. We can't be... going up and staying long. When we want. Or don't. We haven't got... they think we'll make people ill again. But we won't. I'm very...
( Look here, pinning the apple between his teeth, while he holds up his palms to show where there's only a faint trace of toffee, and not a lick of dirt. After, he takes the apple in hand again. )
I wash every... most days. And between the toes and behind the ears. Ma'am Mariol says so.