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[no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com]

Sonia's a surprisingly good seamstress, given her occupation. (Then again, her occupation often involves rips, tears, burns, and other wounds to clothing, so it's a practical consideration.)

So, having discovered that it is now impossible to wear her hunting outfit, she's improvised something with her bedsheets and is now inside the house, trying to ease it more into a "dress" and less a "toga." While in it.

She of course still has the whip at her side. Just in case anyone feels like laughing at her.

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[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

Hey, a woman sewing. Oliver approves. He's never heard of sewing a dress while in it, but, then again, it's not like he went shopping with his wife.

So she gets a mildly curious glance along with her friendly smile and headbob of greeting.

[sinfulspeeder.livejournal.com]

Edwin is still attempting to get his bearings around the farm-and is hoping to meet someone a little more normal. Or not-normal but slightly less confusing and/or alarming than the people he's met thus far.

As he hobbles into the house, he calls, "Hello?", then pauses as he finds Sonia. "...Er."