[ There is one spry resident in this house, and she gets to the door first.
The door (never locked, sometimes never fully closed), pries open just ever so slightly, revealing a sliver of the quiet lower floor of Trahearne's house. And if Beatrix is to look down, she'll spot a cat trying her best to open the door with her face.
Trahearne himself appears moments later as the door opens wider, the cat darting back inside. ]
Hello, Beatrix. [ He gives her a tired smile, his gaze briefly darting to the bags of groceries and the coffee in her hand. ] I hope I didn't give you too much trouble.
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The door (never locked, sometimes never fully closed), pries open just ever so slightly, revealing a sliver of the quiet lower floor of Trahearne's house. And if Beatrix is to look down, she'll spot a cat trying her best to open the door with her face.
Trahearne himself appears moments later as the door opens wider, the cat darting back inside. ]
Hello, Beatrix. [ He gives her a tired smile, his gaze briefly darting to the bags of groceries and the coffee in her hand. ] I hope I didn't give you too much trouble.