Evangeline Stevens was where she could often be found today: milling about Curated Curiosities to provide entertainment and education to the guests of that fine, weird establishment. She wore one of her favourite afternoon gowns and, per usual, relished in the ability to stubbornly keep the fashions from her past. There wasn't really a functional doorbell this week since a cactus cat decided to get uppity about the quality of brew served on the porch, so Eva missed the entry of some new guests entirely. She was minorly startled when a group came into view, but resisted the urge to hiss in surprise admirably. It wasn't as though she minded, though! Eva was ever a social one.
"Delighted, sir!" She gave a warm, closed smile and shook the proffered hand with the delicacy of a Southern belle. "And may I comment on your name? It's delightful and unique, and I must insist you sign the guestbook. But who's the friend--Ah! Sam! Get over here, you."
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Date: 2022-05-31 06:51 pm (UTC)"Delighted, sir!" She gave a warm, closed smile and shook the proffered hand with the delicacy of a Southern belle. "And may I comment on your name? It's delightful and unique, and I must insist you sign the guestbook. But who's the friend--Ah! Sam! Get over here, you."