But I Am Good Girl (Lottie)

[Guinevere]

In the rare moments where she could escape the fussing of the Ex-Sun God Guinevere liked to spend her time in Casterly Rock Café. It was by no means as good as the little cafes back in Trenale but it did make the best cup of tea she had ever drank and with nothing else to do, she spent a lot of time there. Sometimes she would bring a book, some pen and paper, sometimes when she felt sorry for him she would bring Apollo. Today however she had brought her new hobby, something she had never shown much interest in before, but now…well…it just seemed appropriate.

Knitting.

Tapestry, working with a loom, needle and thread, that she had done before but knitting. She just got the notion for it and sat down with a ‘how to’ manual and got started. So far she had sent Merlin and Arthur a number of scarves and even a pair of woolly socks. As for baby clothes, she had lost count of the number of little pink jumpers she had made. With this particular jumper she was attempting a design on the front, something which she was beginning to think was not a particularly good idea.

It did not help that someone was trying to get her attention.

Looking down at her stomach she said, “Would you sit still please. I’m doing this for you after all and if you keep moving around like that I’m going to make a mess of it.”

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Since the war Lottie had tried to remain positive. At first it had all seemed rather exciting, the prospect of all the handsome princes and nights going off to fight, but this was no brief battle like in the storybooks where good triumphs just because they are good and the story has to have a happy ending. The longer the war drug on the harder it was to ignore the reality. People were dying, good people, and while Lottie was determined to remain positive it was starting to get to her.

Worse than all that, though, at least where Lottie LaBouff was concerned, were the missing people... well, one missing person in particular. It was his absence, the lack of word about him, that had her jittering like a ball of nerves, and running almost daily to Princess Guinevere’s side hoping for the slightest hint of Prince Henry Charming’s well being.

“My, but she’s a feisty little one, ain’t she?” Lottie greeted as she entered the café. Of course she was dressed to the nines, as usual, and her hair and makeup were perfect, but her smile was just a little too bright and her voice a little too perky. “Can I get ya another tea or anything?”

[Guinevere]

Lottie was an interesting development on the island, the two had struck up a friendship rather quickly and yet Guinevere was still not quite sure how she felt about the other girl. It was true that Lottie had wonderful interest in fashion something which of course Guinevere appreciated and the girl had never been unkind or impolite. Perhaps it was the way that she so desperately wanted a prince, or maybe it was because she was none to fond of Gawain, someone who Guinevere had just a little bit of a soft spot for. Whatever it was, she did not let it get in the way of this new friendship, she would need all the friends she could get soon enough.

“And I would not have her any other way Lottie, but she will insist on being so at the most inappropriate times,” said Guinevere with a sigh, “and another cup of tea would be wonderful. It appears my other one has gone cold.”

The slight over cheeriness had not gone unnoticed by Guinevere but she had learned that these things were better left till the right moment, she would make small talk first then get to the meat of the conversation. “Oh and dear if there are any newspapers up by the desk, could you be a dear and bring me one?”

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“Well, seeing as who her parents are I can’t say I’m surprised,” Lottie replied with a bright smile. Despite her original reasons for seeking Guinevere out, reasons that still stood to today, the southern belle had liked the princess pretty much immediately. Gwen was strong, brash and opinionated, not to mention a fashionista, and she was exactly the kid of girl Lottie found interesting and entertaining, not to mention exactly what she needed right now to keep her mind off of things.

“Comin’ right up!” Bustling about to get the tea, Lottie didn’t even have to ask how Gwen took it anymore; in fact she also knew what treats the other woman liked as well and made sure to get them a little snack as well. Tucking a newspaper under her arm, she grabbed the tray of tea and scones and headed back to the expectant mother’s table.

“Well isn’t that just adorable!” Lottie exclaimed, indicating Gwen’s knitting though she wasn’t quite certain yet what was being knitted. Setting the tray on the empty end of the table, she handed out the tea and held the paper out to Gwen.

[Guinevere]

Lottie certainly knew how to order tea and she smiled warmly at the girl as she noticed that she had added a couple of scones to the tray as well. It just was not tea until you had a scone to go with it. There was also some cream and some jam, something which was a bit of a rarity on the island. The shop owner held a soft spot for the two young girls and so would treat them every now and then, considering they were his best customers. Guinevere looked at the design and sighed, “You’re very sweet but I think this one is going to be something of a disaster. I know what I want it to look like, but right now it just looks like a blob.”

Gwen pushed the picture in front of her over to the other girl, the picture she was copying the design from. “Dragons are sort of Arthur’s thing, so I thought he would just love her in a little jumper with a dragon on it,” she said sighing again, “but right now it looks more like a gecko.”

Putting the knitting to the side she took the paper off Lottie, thanking her as she did so. “So have you any gossip for me?” she asked with a smile.