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[death_glare]

[ If Grell had expected William to be oblivious to her activities, she was sorely mistaken. He'd come from his office multiple times that day, looking to have a word with her about proper office behaviour, timely submission of forms, and the coffee carafe from the break room, that she'd happily emptied but failed to refill. Each time, he'd been met with an empty desk, even though he'd seen her minutes before. And when questioned, Knox just brushed him off like it was no big deal - he'd finished his own work for the day and wasn't staying overtime, big plans for the evening and all that.

So, the next time William caught a glance of bright red slinking past the frosted windows of his office, he made an executive decision - quickly teleporting himself in the doorway of the office, appearing just before she attempted to leave... ]

And where are you sneaking off to this time?

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[untodeath]

[ A lightly defeated sigh heaves the redhead's shoulders. ]

I've begun to adjust.

But reaching out to boop the baby's nose, it's clear that she can't hold resentment for it! ]

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[ Rosalind smiles around William's finger as Grell's pokes at her nose. ]

We'll have to find something that calms her.

[untodeath]

[ Grell's brows press with incredible endearment, a hand cupping her cheek as she then tickles under the baby's chin. ]

Ah? Such as?

[death_glare]

[ She scrunches her shoulders up in defense from Grell's fingers, yet her giggling seems to imply that she's enjoying herself. ]

I'm not terribly fond on the idea of giving her medicine at such a young age. But perhaps something she can chew on to soothe the aching. Something that isn't my finger.

[ He winces slightly as she bites down. ]

Thank goodness she doesn't have your absurd teeth.

[untodeath]

Would her binky work? For now, anyway.

[ Seemingly, from inside her stole, the redhead pulls the child's pacifier? Who needs a baby bag when you've got hammer space? ]

[death_glare]

It might do.

[ Gently, he pulls his finger free from her mouth. She makes as though she's about to start crying but is quickly hushed by the pacifier. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell tenses, wincing, as she anticipates the baby's wails-- and slumps with great relief. Once they escape that fate! ]

I wonder if they have a shop on this thing...

[death_glare]

It's possible. Depending on what you're hoping to find.

[ He bounces Rosalind on his knee as a distraction from any thoughts she had to start fussing again. ]

[untodeath]

Oh, well, I was just hoping to get a new pair of shoes in for all that walking we'll be doing in the city.

[ She gives him a playful quirk of her brow. ]

I'm hoping that we may find something for our dear Rosalind to teethe on, silly. As for what, I'm fairly confident you'd have a better sense for that.

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[ He just gives her a look, because he knows quite well that if they sold shoes on the ship, she'd be shopping for hours. Something he'll have to deal with once they get to the city. ]

Something soft, but not too pliable, or rubbery, I should say. Hopefully they'll have something specifically marketed as a teether.

[untodeath]

[ Every opportunity for shoes is a good one-- although, perhaps her perspective is beginning to shift just slightly, it would be best not to tempt her.

With a chuckle, she bats her eyes prettily. ]

Something to look into, then. For our neighbors' sake, let's hope the ship staff thought to cover all their bases.

[death_glare]

If not, it is something they will have to deal with. We will only be at sea for a week.

[ Said as if it was their choice to room next to a baby. ]

[untodeath]

Yes, dealing. Let us hope that is precisely what they do.

[ Really, it isn't as though Grell cares for the needs of their neighbors all that much, beyond the potential complaining, anyway. Perhaps that's why she must turn her head and feign at pushing her curls into place, just so she might turn away that pointy-toothed grin. ]

[death_glare]

It means you'll have to keep quiet in the cabin, as well. Should we meet them, I believe they'd find it quite odd to hear two voices when they know there should only be one coming from our room.

[untodeath]

[ St that, her grin immediately slacks to a pout! ]

The things I'm willing to do for motherhood...

[ Leaning into the armrest, Grell plops her chin into her hand. Hardly as expressive as it could have been, though - her corset is keeping her rather stiff! ]

[death_glare]

[ A good reason to keep her in that corset! Alongside other reasons which he hasn't quite expressed yet. ]

I suppose I should thank you, Rosalind.

[ He shakes her little hand, which is still gripping his finger firmly. ]

[untodeath]

[ She rolls her eyes - but Grell is soon reaching out to tap the little girl's arm. ]

I'll thank you to remember these sacrifices your mother has made when you're prepared to enter your rebellious teen phase.

[ --And in the end, she's still smiling. William made something of a joke! ]

[death_glare]

Unfortunately for both of us, I have no experience with that age.

[ But he's ready to stare down any suitors that come by! ]

[untodeath]

[ Her smile softens. ]

Quite alright. It's merely an adventure for us to undertake, together.

[death_glare]

[ He nods, knowing full well they will definitely need one another. ]

If you would take her, I can get us both a drink.

[ As he's noticed the little booth they have set up to provide such. ]

[untodeath]

Oh, that would be lovely.

[ Without hesitation, Grell reaches out to accept Rosalind - and as soon as William hands her over, the redhead stands the girl on her lap for an eskimo kiss. Until he returns, she'll entertain them both by making her sway, as though dancing. ]

[death_glare]

[ A short amount of time later, William arrives with a drink for each of them. Thinking it was much too early for anything alcoholic, he's gotten them what appears to be blended fruit drinks of some kind. Grell's is a bright yellow, where as William's is blue in color. ]

[untodeath]

Thank you, my love.

[ Settling Rosalind on her lap, she readjusts the pacifier in her mouth to make certain that she's comfortable, then reaching out to accept the drink she's brought her. She regards it with a tilt of the head, their colors leaving her very curious! ]

What are they?

[ She gently inhales its scent before taking a sip! ]

[death_glare]

It's called a virgin pina colada. Pineapple and coconut, I believe.

[ He holds his own up to eye level. ]

Mine is a blend of various berries.

[untodeath]

[ Closing her eyes, Grell hums with delight. ]

It's delicious.

[ Rosalind blinks up at the glass, before reaching up to wrap her hands around it. It's vaguely the shape of a bottle, and her mother seems to be enjoying it, so she clearly should as well! With gentle laughter, she lowers the glass and tilts it so that the child may get the slightest taste-- but the acid in the pineapple has pulling away with a scrunched face! Food should not bite back! ]