Ruth, who normally took very long strides and seemed ready to invade whatever destination she was set upon reaching, made herself slow for Kitty’s sake. She smiled a little “Really? I would love to hear that, sometimes, if you not only use it to shout. Perhaps we can even attempt a duet,” she suggested, without thinking too much about whether that was a suitable suggestion.

“Has he? Oh good.” No sarcasm detected. Ruth had never been called sweet by anyone in her whole life and she almost flinched, but concluded simply nodding was the best course of action. “I can imagine being idle and still might not suit someone who has been moving a lot her whole life.” She concluded, simply making conversation, for now, again, going for less threatening.

Ruth nodded and went in the kitchen to fetch some lemonade, while she explored what sort of world Uriel and Kitty had created form themselves. Unlike what one might expect, she wasn’t actually very judgemental of other people’s choices in life, not even when it came to her family -probably because she always hoped they would have the same regard for her- but that aspect of her personality was a rather private one. She got herself some lemonade and then proceed to the porch, looking at the countryside idyll in front of herself, resting her back against a wall while she waited.