[ Jean knows exactly whose house she's at—and precisely whose she's isn't, all the same—before she arrives. Consider it habit and old hat, as well as well worn precaution where it comes to the unknown and those dear to her in unusual circumstances.
A concession of contradiction that she knows all too well. She's there for one obvious reason. Or maybe it's three. (It's definitely more than one.)
But it'd be hard to tell from the ease with which she crouches down, loose red hair billowing in a wavy curtain around her as she greets the most excited member of the house. The small dog is amply rewarded for his excitement with attentive fawning, Jean's smile a bright ribbon of unfettered amusement. ]
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A concession of contradiction that she knows all too well.
She's there for one obvious reason. Or maybe it's three.
(It's definitely more than one.)
But it'd be hard to tell from the ease with which she crouches down, loose red hair billowing in a wavy curtain around her as she greets the most excited member of the house. The small dog is amply rewarded for his excitement with attentive fawning, Jean's smile a bright ribbon of unfettered amusement. ]
Hello there. Aren't you just the most precious?