"I," Eliza said as she took an end of the yarn between her teeth to pull it straight while she twisted the other two, "am attempting this---rather simply braid, and---it is---driving---" Eliza made a 'ptt' noise and dropped the yarn, letting the other two fall along with it, "me insane. I think maybe I should stick to the hard stuff, my brain can't lower itself back down to this basic level."
She smiled, though, pulling her legs beneath her. Eliza had definitely noticed Ingrid's happy-go-lucky mood, it would have been infectious if she didn't have her own worries, and leaned forward looking slightly suspicious, but playful.
"And whatcha up to, Miss. Catchlove?" Eliza batted her eyes for affect, because with the kind of attitude Ingrid had been displaying, it was definitely about a boy, and that was definitely the eyelash batting worthy kind of story she needed to hear.
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