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Dec. 11th, 2008 11:06 pmThe desk in their room has gotten a little cluttered, over the past couple of weeks. Simon's putting things away when he comes across the unfamiliar bundle: dark fabric, wrapped haphazardly around ... more fabric, he discovers on unfolding it. And a few other things.
He smiles at the pattern on the scarf and gloves, and examines the video-discs curiously. (Also dubiously, and wondering what Kaylee's told Rose Toren about him.)
As he puts the discs back, a piece of paper flutters to the floor. He bends and picks it up to replace it, and a phrase catches his eye, read in a blink: -- know the time and effort you put into this --
It's automatic: he keeps reading.
He's reading it for the second time, standing at the desk frowning down at the paper, when Kaylee comes in.
He smiles at the pattern on the scarf and gloves, and examines the video-discs curiously. (Also dubiously, and wondering what Kaylee's told Rose Toren about him.)
As he puts the discs back, a piece of paper flutters to the floor. He bends and picks it up to replace it, and a phrase catches his eye, read in a blink: -- know the time and effort you put into this --
It's automatic: he keeps reading.
He's reading it for the second time, standing at the desk frowning down at the paper, when Kaylee comes in.
