[Though only a few days isn't really enough time to be considered a habit, it might be enough to notice a pattern of behavior. Andrew Grace tends to only make an appearance outside the Villa in the late morning. She's well-dressed as can be but perpetually slightly askew.
Most people may have already filtered away from the breakfast table, then, when, in an unprompted fit of pique, Andrew dashes her half-full teacup against the floor without warning, her outburst driven by a fit of sudden frustration. She neither apologizes nor moves to clean it up.
By afternoon, she can be found taking a very slow stroll in the garden and pausing to take advantage of the seating. Her path takes her by the vegetables and herbs, and, though she isn't destructive about it, she does pluck a bit of each herb, especially ones she doesn't recognize, drawing them into the palm of her hand.]
Are these all for cooking?
[At night, rather than wandering the gardens yet again, Andrew makes her way to the observatory. Foregoing climbing the stars, Andrew sits beneath the wide open skylight and stares into the night She must think she's alone; after taking in the stars, she sinks into a crouching position on a pile of stacked textbooks and leans her head down onto her knees.]
I wonder...if we're looking up at the same night sky.
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Most people may have already filtered away from the breakfast table, then, when, in an unprompted fit of pique, Andrew dashes her half-full teacup against the floor without warning, her outburst driven by a fit of sudden frustration. She neither apologizes nor moves to clean it up.
By afternoon, she can be found taking a very slow stroll in the garden and pausing to take advantage of the seating. Her path takes her by the vegetables and herbs, and, though she isn't destructive about it, she does pluck a bit of each herb, especially ones she doesn't recognize, drawing them into the palm of her hand.]
Are these all for cooking?
[At night, rather than wandering the gardens yet again, Andrew makes her way to the observatory. Foregoing climbing the stars, Andrew sits beneath the wide open skylight and stares into the night She must think she's alone; after taking in the stars, she sinks into a crouching position on a pile of stacked textbooks and leans her head down onto her knees.]
I wonder...if we're looking up at the same night sky.