"Oh, Five, I always have time for you, it's not an interruption!"
At her little makeshift desk is stacks of paper, but even a cursory look will only show that she's been copying down poems, or re-creating sketches of other paintings she's seen.
She lets the door close behind him and takes a few steps back, folding her hands in front of her as she watches him. His question makes an eyebrow raise and she tilts her head, humming thoughtfully.
"They're a little off, but no more so than I suppose men out at sea all the time might be." Winnie responds airily, but she looks back at Five curiously, moving to sit on a chair. "But you think there's something more to it."
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At her little makeshift desk is stacks of paper, but even a cursory look will only show that she's been copying down poems, or re-creating sketches of other paintings she's seen.
She lets the door close behind him and takes a few steps back, folding her hands in front of her as she watches him. His question makes an eyebrow raise and she tilts her head, humming thoughtfully.
"They're a little off, but no more so than I suppose men out at sea all the time might be." Winnie responds airily, but she looks back at Five curiously, moving to sit on a chair. "But you think there's something more to it."