[ And Sophie's in his kitchen, having arrived earlier, her first stop after making her rounds in the common room downstairs. It's quieter here. More relaxed. Nothing loud or sudden to distract her—and she does get distracted easily, be it by bright colors or flyaway movements or the tiny, unseeable things in the cracks in the floor or in the air—so she cherishes the places where she can focus back on one thing at a time, and Theo's place is just that: calming, and centered, like her own.
Her hands are busy placing an array of crackers on a plate, a table knife held in her fingers, spreading Brie over water biscuits; a tall-stemmed glass of wine near her elbow, half full. And when Sophie's done preparing her collection of snacks, she turns around with the plate in one hand and the wine in the other; a minute later finds her sitting comfortably down on Theo's couch, nursing her drink and surveying the activity, limited though it is. ]
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Her hands are busy placing an array of crackers on a plate, a table knife held in her fingers, spreading Brie over water biscuits; a tall-stemmed glass of wine near her elbow, half full. And when Sophie's done preparing her collection of snacks, she turns around with the plate in one hand and the wine in the other; a minute later finds her sitting comfortably down on Theo's couch, nursing her drink and surveying the activity, limited though it is. ]