He's seen the kittens. He just hasn't entirely registered their existence as a new and relevant thing.
(In his defense, while he's perfectly capable of this in any mood, he was reading up on European history again, most recently Poland's. It's still on his mind.)
Joly had mentioned the lab before, in passing, but it remains wonderful news. He should have one; he should have all the labs and libraries a world or afterlife has to offer.
He spends a moment or two bemusedly contemplating the cherubs, which he hadn't fully noticed in amongst all the blue and... ceiling. The bright autumn sunlight strikes nearly the same gold from his hair, with nearly the same bright shine.
Well, that's certainly a choice. A choice of some sort. (All political and artistic mockery of nomenclature he leaves to his friends' discretion, of course. Let Bossuet des mots call upon cherubs by name if he likes.)
"...Joly," he says, looking back, with a faint frown. "You have a cat on your head."
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Date: 2014-11-12 12:17 am (UTC)(In his defense, while he's perfectly capable of this in any mood, he was reading up on European history again, most recently Poland's. It's still on his mind.)
Joly had mentioned the lab before, in passing, but it remains wonderful news. He should have one; he should have all the labs and libraries a world or afterlife has to offer.
He spends a moment or two bemusedly contemplating the cherubs, which he hadn't fully noticed in amongst all the blue and... ceiling. The bright autumn sunlight strikes nearly the same gold from his hair, with nearly the same bright shine.
Well, that's certainly a choice. A choice of some sort. (All political and artistic mockery of nomenclature he leaves to his friends' discretion, of course. Let Bossuet des mots call upon cherubs by name if he likes.)
"...Joly," he says, looking back, with a faint frown. "You have a cat on your head."
Presumably he noticed, but nonetheless.