[ Green eyes vaguely make out the shapes his pencil is producing as a small grin quirks its way around the corner of her mouth, tracing lines and looking for patterns, noting the angle of the ruler and thinking idly of geometry periods spent passing notes to Jackie and the last math question she ever tried to solve. Claire squashes both sets of memories by placing her little bag and thermos on the table without preamble. ]
Don't think I'm not expecting you to tip. [ The things that she has brought with her are close enough to his elbow that she doesn't need to pay attention to what ends up being done with them. Instead, Claire lets her attention focus on what he's been drawing. ] What's all that?
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Don't think I'm not expecting you to tip. [ The things that she has brought with her are close enough to his elbow that she doesn't need to pay attention to what ends up being done with them. Instead, Claire lets her attention focus on what he's been drawing. ] What's all that?