for Jyn

[andhiswife]

It's meant to be a relatively quick trip to Bardolf's. Greta's looking at cufflinks -- for herself, this time, though no one needs to know that -- and trying to resist the easy temptation of just buying a second pair of the ones she most recently got for Thomas. They'd be sure to match that way. But she doesn't want to diminish what had been a gift by simply copying it; nor is she certain she even wants to match perfectly as much as she wants to compliment.

She's beginning to wonder if they have a women's cufflinks selection, and if she has the nerve to ask a salesperson about it, when she spots a familiar face a little ways off. She hasn't seen Jyn since New Year's, when they were both a mess and coming off the tail end of a party that had ended in crumb-covered ruins. It would be nice, she thinks, to say hello now that she's feeling refreshingly presentable. And now that the nearest party is on the horizon and not likely to end in any sort of disaster. The city can't be trusted, but Magnus at least likes to make sure his guests enjoy themselves.

Abandoning her hunt for accessories, she makes her way over until she's close enough for a polite speaking voice to carry. "Hello, Jyn. You're looking well." 'Clean' might be the more operative term -- she'd looked well at New Year's, too -- but she can hardly greet someone like that.

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[nextchance]

Jyn has felt out of place since she first walked in. There's a reason why she doesn't usually shop in upscale stores like these, even now that she can technically afford to. But her boots are just about worn through, and they're one thing she won't skimp on if she can help it, in no small part because she's had to before. She needs something sturdy, something she can fight or run in, and something that won't result in her toes freezing if she wears them outside in the sort of weather they've been having lately. The first store she went to was out of stock in her size, but the salesclerk surreptitiously suggested she come here if she didn't want to wait for them to be ordered, and so reluctantly, Bardolf's is where she's gone.

However, she hasn't actually managed to locate the shoes yet, mostly wandering around, looking a little lost as she takes everything in but waving off any offers of help, as unapproachable as ever. That, at least, changes at the sound of a familiar voice, Greta's nearby presence admittedly a little relieving. They may not know each other very well, but it still makes Jyn feel a bit less lost in the midst of all of this.

"Hey," she says, actually something like friendly. "You too. And no killer cookies running around this time."