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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]

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.