Eve still hasn't moved out of the Dreaming Bridge; art is the kind of thing you put in a place when you intend to live there for a while. When it matters to you. (This would be why her place on Earth has never had much, but the Library has.) She still appreciates it, though, and the things in the window catch her eye.
Doesn't hurt to stop and look, and possibly get some tea. Eve's inside and poking around when she spots the Fool on the terrace; a few minutes later, she's coming out to join the Fool. "These are all yours, then?"
III
Eve still hasn't moved out of the Dreaming Bridge; art is the kind of thing you put in a place when you intend to live there for a while. When it matters to you. (This would be why her place on Earth has never had much, but the Library has.) She still appreciates it, though, and the things in the window catch her eye.
Doesn't hurt to stop and look, and possibly get some tea. Eve's inside and poking around when she spots the Fool on the terrace; a few minutes later, she's coming out to join the Fool. "These are all yours, then?"