It is about halfway through the third hour of the fifteenth day of Lucette's attempt to reorganize her grandfather's library. The project is moving at an acceptable pace overall, though she's starting to question the wisdom of having scheduled the whole thing down to the hour during day three (hour four).
"Are those breeds largish? A little lapdog is going to be too small to be easy to experiment on."
In that case Lucette will read up on poodles to prepare to justify her new and expensive interest to her grandfather.
A few days later, Lucette informs Annie that if she were still interested, it would not actually be that out of the ordinary for them to sleep in the same bed on occasion.
"Oh good."
Annie's smiles are very good, and Lucette figured she might get to see one if she offered the bed thing, and she was right.
And at bedtime Annie is going to try to take her cues on whether they are going to ~*~snuggle~*~ (or not).
Well in that case Annie is going to inch closer to her in very small increments till she says something.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
(Annie cannot hear her own happy little sighs so she has a disadvantage in controlling them.)
"You make very nice sounds when you are happy, in addition to making very nice faces when you are happy."