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[sunburned]

A rare rainy morning and Granby finds himself unwilling to do much. He's at the counter making tea, sketchbook and pencils discarded on the seat. He glances up at Laurence, eyebrow arched.

"We could always just go back to bed?"
He knows that bed in the afternoon is still a trial for Laurence, but he's definitely been making progress.