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[sai_delgado]

Susan stands in front of the window, carefully taking ledgers off the shelf and stacking them neatly in a box on her desk. Frequently, she pauses for thought, looking out at the lake.

It's not the first time she's changed rooms at Milliways, say true -- but it's different this time, oh aye. Not bad, never that-- but different.

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert kisses her back, smiling as well.

"Want help carrying any of your things, or should I just leave you to them and start with my own?"

[sai_delgado]

"Ye've already moved Joanie," she laughs. "That were the most difficult part, I wot."

"Nay-- go and get yer own, and I'll bring mine-- there's not all that much, say true."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"Alright, then."

Another kiss, and he's gone from the room again.

A few moments later, he's out in the hallway, carrying two boxes. The bottom one holds clothes. The top one...well, there's very little question as to what it holds, as an enormous red-and-gold sombrero apparantly couldn't ever fit in the box, and is balanced on top of it.

[sai_delgado]

Susan steps out, her workbasket slung on her shoulder and her box of books and miscellaneous effects in her hands-- and there's a moment where she very nearly loses her grasp on all of it as she watches Cuthbert with his hats.

She's laughing, oh aye.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert glances sidelong at her.

"Why Susan, you'd think there was something funny about this."

Beat.

"I think I have more hats than I have of anything else, by now."

[sai_delgado]

She manages to get her giggles under control as she falls into step beside him.

"I'd not be surprised at all, 'Bert, not even a little bit." A pause. "And such pretty hats, too."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert just smirks in response, and the two of them move on to the new room together.

It's essentially a larger version of the two rooms they inhabited before, with a double bed and two desks and sets of drawers.

Joanie's pineapple house is already resting on one of the desks; Cuthbert crosses to the other and sets his boxes down on it.

[sai_delgado]

Susan moves to Joanie's desk and sets her own things down, then glances around the room.

"It'll do well for us, I wot." A soft smile. "Would'ee want me to unpack and put away yer things and mine, both?"

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert looks around the room as well, seeming pleased.

"If thee wants...I've got one more box to go get, thanks to all the room my hats took up."

[sai_delgado]

"And I've some clothes still, and Joanie's pen--" She smiles at him. "Go on and get the rest of yer things, and I'll start putting it all away."

Making their home.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

With another smile, Bert's out the door again, returning a few moments later with the box that holds the rest of his clothes, along with books and notebooks and some small miscellaneous items.

[sai_delgado]

She's settled her workbasket in a closet, and the rosewood box on a dresser, and is finding shelf-space for his hats.

Carefully.

Susan beams at him. "Would'ee -- if ye'd want to bring my things, and -- and mayhap return the keys to the Bar, I'll keep working here, 'Bert."

She doesn't mind not seeing her previous room again, if he'd have it so. It's empty. What's important is here.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert nods. "Be back as soon as I've taken care of that, then."

While he's gone, and Susan unpacks the hats, there are two she might not know the origin of.

One is what she probably won't recognize--he doesn't either, say true--as a child's party hat--paper and conical, with an elastic chin-strap. It has a pattern of cowboy hats.

The other is a simple, unoffensive brown range-rider's hat that looks like it's hardly ever been worn, and it probably says something that this hat is the odd one out.

[sai_delgado]

She hasn't any notion about the child's hat, but she pauses as she takes the other out.

Ever clever, even if not always wise, and she knows what this must be.

(I got you a perfectly good hat)

She runs light fingers over it, with a sad smile, and puts it on the shelf as well, very carefully.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert returns with the rest of her things in time to see her put the hat on the shelf, and there's a similar smile as he deposits his load on the bed and then comes up beside her.

Then he spots the party hat, and laughs.

"Sunny gave me that one. Seemed to think it would look nicer than my regular one."

[sai_delgado]

She giggles. "Yer poor hat. Even children, mere berries, want ye to have else."

She turns to him, smiling. "But it'd not be the same, I wot."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert adopts a lofty expression, and tilts his hat at an appropriately jaunty angle.

"Not at all."

[sai_delgado]

She moves closer and reaches up to adjust it further, trailing the fingers of one hand up to curve over his shoulder lightly as she murmurs,

"Nay, not the same at all, say true."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert grins, bending down until his mouth is less than an inch away from hers.

Low, "I'm glad you agree."

[sai_delgado]

She leaves the one hand on his shoulder, and lets the other drop from the brim of his hat in order to settle it at the nape of his neck, coaxing him closer.

Just before she closes the distance between them, she murmurs,

"Oh aye. I kennit." A beat. "But thee're married to me now, 'Bert."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

He lets the kiss linger, one arm sliding around her, and when he finally draws back, it's not very far.

"And I'd not have it any other way, say true."

[sai_delgado]

"Nor would I," she tells him, and makes a slight gesture at the room before running her hand back up over his chest and his shoulder and leaning up to kiss him again.

"Welcome home."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

And when they break apart again, Cuthbert is beaming.

"Home." He repeats the word slowly, as if tasting it.

Then, glancing around at the room, "And I suppose the rest of our things aren't going to settle themselves, are they?"

[sai_delgado]

"Nay, not without help," she says, laughing a little. "Mayhap we should see to them?"

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"Aye, mayhap."

There's another quick kiss before he pulls himself away and goes back to the desk he's claimed, unpacking a motley assortment of books in both English and Great Letters, and notebooks whose content ranges from language notes to random scribblings and doodles to actual journal entries. Most of the notebooks go in desk drawers, while the books get lined up along the back of the desk.