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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 doesn't notice her at first. She isn't dressed like anyone he knows, and she isn't holding herself like anyone he knows here, and mostly he's distracted by how wonderful his croissant from the breakfast meeting is.

It's only after he settles in an easy chair that he takes the time to realize that the woman on the couch looks like she might be yet another Oswin-Clara. Same hair as Oswin, despite the... classiness.

He's finishing his croissant, and considering whether or not he wants to venture a "hello".