“Love is not a word I’d associate with you.”

“Love is not a word I’d associate with you.”

“Mm.” Jamie nodded. “I probably will never have space for it. Take care of it.” She brought a hand to her chin upon being asked to name it. There was a lot of weight in a name. Power, meaning, emotion… Even if it was not a living dog, she could see Candace would treat it with the same amount of care.

She smiles happily - pleased with the name Jamie picked out. She doesn’t know the deity Jamie is talking about, but all in all it seems exactly like the sort of thing Jamie would pick. Candace nods.

Jamie felt a twinge of guilt, when she put it like that. She looked at Sif’s stupid face and pursed her lips.

A Trophy (Jamie/Candace)

“Mm..”

“Mm.” Jamie nodded. “I probably will never have space for it. Take care of it.” She brought a hand to her chin upon being asked to name it. There was a lot of weight in a name. Power, meaning, emotion... Even if it was not a living dog, she could see Candace would treat it with the same amount of care.

*Gleefully singing horribly off key, spinning around with his cow*

#jacob#im pretty sure this is your aesthetic

“There are few towns with tailors,” Jamie explained. “And even fewer with tailors in business. Your competition is small.” She had been making observations about other tailors, when she visited other towns. She was in business with Candace; she would pull her to the top if it was the last thing she did. Being anything less than the best, for her, was unacceptable.

“Hmm,” she intoned non-committally. It was strange to imagine there were few professional tailors in small towns– stranger still to imagine herself in competition with anyone she’d never met. Candace shook her head. “Sounds like something my sister might be better at figuring out, really..”

“You should not rely on your sister so much.” She quickly glanced away. “You can easily do this too.”

“Yes. You would not know how much I learned about my rival, when he was not on his farm.” Most of that was not her choice, however. Adam just loved hopping her fence just to talk to her about… whatever it was he did that was not farming. “Learn what drives them. See how it compares to yours… know yours it the greater cause.” She instinctively clenched a fist. 

Candace listened thoughtfully, pondering this point of view - one so unlike anything she’d let run through her own brain, especially when it came to work. She supposed that it was true that you learned more about people to know them outside work, for sure– but to take “getting to know someone” and to apply it toward beating them at something professionally seemed– well, a little intimidating. 

“There are few towns with tailors,” Jamie explained. “And even fewer with tailors in business. Your competition is small.” She had been making observations about other tailors, when she visited other towns. She was in business with Candace; she would pull her to the top if it was the last thing she did. Being anything less than the best, for her, was unacceptable.