( and she's right! she doesn't mind either way, nuzzling cheek into whatever she can reach like an overly affectionate pup even as the poncho crinkles beneath her.

but also, she does recognize at some point that she's probably suffocating the poor woman, which means she relents at some point and finally starts working to help get the poncho off of her. it's important! and not weird probably. )

Well, I love it!

( the wet bit of outerwear is then going to get thrown over a nearby fixture, reaching now somewhere within her cloak to tug a large bow loose behind her.

a cashmere scarf, a dusty pink and soft, is pulled off of her waist to then loop it over the librarian's head. being where it was, it's likely still warm from body heat and at least dry from the rain. likely a bit of an overkill now that they're inside though, )

Hearing people say that always makes me think they're about to say goodbye. ( 'thank you for everything'.. ) So you don't have to thank me.

( ....... what if she just doesn't ask, actually. she doesn't have to know, right? )

We're looking for berries? Or have you changed your mind since?