Have the Stars & Snow --Eons May Pass Side 1x1 w/ Clo & Mint

"Oh! Either is fine. Thank you, for inviting me to your home." Isabella spoke politely, but warmly, and Francis felt more at ease here than they had at the office with Arthur interrogating them. They had seen Arthur before, but not Isabella. They could see some of Frances' features reflected in her own.
“So how long have you been in Russia? What do you think of it?” Francis asked. They had something in common with the entire family- none of them were from Moscow- everyone could understand what it was like to see the city for the first time: the wonder, the excitement, but also the confusion or trepidation. The house had a lived-in feel, though, and Francis could guess that she’d made it “home” as much as possible.

"A couple of years," said Isabella, looking around as if the years would be reflected in the walls around her. In a way, they were. "What about you?" she asked.
She indicated a chair and after a while, a smartly dressed servant came in. They said nothing, but instead set a trio of glasses on a small side table, filling them with what could only be tea, though the smell of it was quite faint. Then the servant left and Isabella gestured to the nearest cup.
"Feel free to drink some while you wait. I am sure Frances and my husband will be here presently."

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