Afternoon.
Marketplace.
Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.
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Theodore decided to stay calm, it couldn't be that serious yet, she might have entered the shop they were standing outside of.
He turned for the shop and just like that Lydia sprang out behind an umbrella. "How do I look?" she asked with a big beautiful grin on her face.
Theodore paled and slightly disturbed he grabbed her arm and yelled. "Lydia, where- you look strangely amazing" he commented after noticing her frown of discomfort.
"As always lady Theodore" Conan added gentlemanly.
"Thank you, I cannot believe we have not worn hats since and summer is almost over" she complained.
Theodore was still experiencing the after effect of his overflowing emotion so he could only watch her.