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[souffle_girlek]

Lydia, feeling horribly run down (she just knows it is because she has been made to fetch her older sisters from their own pursuits for dinner, honestly, she is worked like a slave), is languishing prettily on the couch, idly twirling one of her ribbons.

Oh yes - she's found ribbons, and a rather smart dress, all in her wardrobe - even if she did have to put it on herself, honestly, the serving girls get lazier every year.

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[hasthehighground]

Oh, great.

It is far too early to flirt with probable early forms of his presumably very long lived and forgetful friends.

But he can't really pretend he hasn't noticed.

"Good morning," he says easily, with an open smile.

[souffle_girlek]

It is well known that Lydia Bennet has no shame to speak of.

Actually, neither does Oswin, really, but she is a little less single-minded about things. Sometimes.

"Hello sir - do you like my ribbon? I thought to wear it at the next ball."

[hasthehighground]

Clint shrugs, just slightly, after assessing the ribbon. (A hair one. He thinks.) "I can't really say without the rest of the outfit," he says, "but it's a good color on you."

[souffle_girlek]

She grins, giggling at the praise (faint though it is). If he was hoping to put her off with a polite answer, he's chosen poor tactics.

"Isn't it just? I have always been told I have a great eye for things that look well together." She's been told this by precisely no one, but she believes it all the same - and right now, she thinks she looks quite well with the handsome officer.