((Sorry for not posting yesterday, had a million things to do. D: Same with Genevieve. o;))

Genevieve smiled graciously at Eli. "Thank you, but no thanks. For one, I ate before I came here, and secondly, I'd rather just sit back and hope you all enjoy the food." The truth was, she was starving, but she refused to take food from them, they looked as though they did not eat much. She also had the urge to resist hugging Eli, fearing it would make him uncomfortable. She took her diary, and shoved herself into a far little corner, still smiling.

She observed them eat, hungrily, but yet not rude. Her eyes wandered to Eli, and she felt herself staring at him. She couldn't help it, he facisnated her. But Genevieve quickly looked away, not wanting to be seen.

((Short. D: -tear-))

(( Sounds good. xD))

Genevieve looked up, shocked that Eli was actually talking to her. She smiled the best possible smile she could managed. Wait, did he just say what I think he just said? She thought to herself, eyes growing wide. Invited me back?! She then forced her mouth to work, and replied. "I would be most pleased, Eli." Her smile grew brighter as she rose, brushing off her skirt. Then her face clouded, and she frowned. "Oh, Eli, eight? I do not know, Nathaniel said that he shall be dropping by, he hasn't visited for days, work at the palace has gorwn immensely."

She knew it had taken courage to come talk to her, and refused to dash the lad's bravery, so she her smile returned to her face. "But I do believe dear Nathaniel shall forgive me, it is not in his character to be such a harsh one." She paused, then her smile truely was great, and her eyes brightened. "Oh! But he did say he was going to be there for three days, I have plenty of time to visit him." She got up, walking over to hug Patience, bidding her farewell. Then she proceeded to come back towards Eli. "Do count me there, Eli." She hugged him too, then waved to them all as she opened the door, stepping outside.

Once outside, she turned back once to call, "I shall see you tomorrow then." Then she made her way home, feeling quite joyous. Oh, he finally talked to me! I shall mark this day in my diary! She thought happily. Genevieve arrived home, and reported to Mother, telling her all. Mother's response was pleased, though she did warn Genevieve that her chores must be taken care of, before she set off. She frowned, knowing that means she would have to get up earlier, but said not a word, for she wanted to see Eli, and knowing not showing may cause him to ignore her once more.

It was here. Tomorrow was. Genevieve awoke early, springing out of the bed. She hurried through her chores, sweeping the floor, shaking out the blankets, all of it. She glanced at her father's old pocketwatch, and then got dressed. She put on a plain black skirt and white blouse, petticoats too. She pulled her hair back, and then went into the kitchen. Genevieve packed breakfast for them, cold potatoes and pork.

Genevieve headed out, walking to Eli's house. She clutched her father's pocketwatch, and checked it as she arrived. 7:55. She decided it was fine, and knocked casually on the door. As she waited for someone to answer, she remembered she had her diary. Shifting everything so she could write, she began an entry.

 Dear Diary,

Oh, so much to tell! Yesterday, I went to visit Patience. I had such a dear time. But here's the news: Eli talked to me! And not only that, he invited me to come back today! So here I am, waiting at the door, not five minutes before eight o' clock. I do wonder, why I feel such joy when I talk to Eli. And yet such nervousness! Ah well, I shan't dwell on the fact, I do have time to ponder later, along with more to tell about the events. This reminds me, I think I shall give Eli some more paper, that seems to help make friends with the lad. Forgive me for tearing out your pages, but it's for a good cause. Oh, someone's answering the door!

Until another time,

~Genevieve

She quickly ripped about five sheets of paper from the back of her journal, placing them carefully in the basket, away from the food, so it shan't get stained. Closing her diary, she put a polite smile on her face as the door opened.

((This will be short. Really short. I don't have the heart for a long, great reply.))

Genevieve smiled back brightly, then handed him the basket. "Good Morning, Eli. For you and your family, though, in the right corner, there is something just for you which I hope you shall enjoy." She hoped he would, but then she felt panic spread through her. What if he thought she was pitying them? That she really didn't care, only thought they needed charity? This freaked her out, she would be terribly upset if she did something to make them think that way.

Sighing, Genevieve nervously ran her fingers through her hair, thinking. She was lost in her thoughts, so her gaze was hard, glancing towards the ground. Then she looked up and said, "Oh, I do hope you don't mind what I brought. I don't pity you all, if that's what you think." She blushed, then tried to backtrack, "Um, I mean that...of nevermind. I talk to much." She shifted her eyes back to the ground, angry about her comments. Nathaniel had always told her that she ran her mouth too much.

((Ooh, Ooh, I remember this roleplay! o3o.

I would ever so love to get back into it. Hm.))