#exaltcdone03.

this may be the most delighted ( and mischievous ) bertie’s allowed herself to be seen since the pre-death simplicity she’d taken for granted escaped her grasp. she’s smiling, toothy, and holding a brighid-knit cardigan closed over her torso.

open for a surprise.

         ‘ guess what i found. ’

ernie knows that brighid’s been around a while. his understanding of her goodness, of her being the catch, is clearer still, so he sees no harm in asking until after he’s asked.

he dips his chin and smiles around the faint blush that knocks his self-assuredness loose.

         ‘ i know roberta has, ’ he adds, and doesn’t know if it helps or hurts his character. not a word of it is meant to shake her confidence; he hopes his increasingly sorry body language makes that crystal as it ought to be. ‘ you just seem to be good at the, uh. prep. both of you. ’