[His smile is wide, and hers is in response, a blush lighting her face as if this is the first time that he's ever done that. It is, in a way. She lets him kiss her hand and flicks her hand a little. As if to say continue, before she finds a seat. There are worse things to do with her time than watch him train, and she waits as the morning passes, having brief conversations with people who want her attention until it's time for lunch, and everyone begins to leave. This is not a formal place; Lucy's presence doesn't mean much in the way of formalities, here.
So finally George is coming over to sit next to her.]
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So finally George is coming over to sit next to her.]
Did it go smoothly?