Christmas Lunch

[adifferentlife]

The best way to celebrate any holiday is to share it with people that one care's about, Sybil is sure of that. It's why she's organised this, a luncheon for any and all that she's friends with. It's not something she's done before, and it feels very adult to be hosting a party within her own home. It's not something she ever imagined doing in such a small space, or without a staff to support her, or even before she was married with her own home, but those aren't things that are considerations here.

Instead she's let everyone know when to come and to bring something to share with the others. She's ordered in the main part of the meal, a roasted turkey instead of a goose and a roast of lamb as well. There's champagne and wine, and she has the record player Kaine gave her in the corner playing christmas carols by Bing Crosby. There's a small tree of real pine with strings of beads strung through its boughs and little elecric lights twinkling. Henri has helped her to decorate and do the cooking that she's tried, even if most of the cookies she made needed to be thrown our they were so burnt.

Once people start to arrive she relaxes, allowing herself a glass of wine once she's sure everything is in order and things are going well. At some point there is nothing else she can do, other than talk to her guests; her friends. It's nothing like a Christmas at Downton, but her second one here in Darrow and it feels like the Christmas it's supposed to be.

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[radicalize]

"Right," Lucy says, nodding, almost sheepish, a hand curling around the back of her neck. "Alright, so... first, how much do you know about how guys' bodies work?" Sybil's in medicine, she knows that, and has at least got to be familiar with anatomy, which saves her an even more awkward conversation, but especially when she barely knows how to do this at all, she might as well figure out just how much there is to tell. She wonders briefly if Henri has any experience, if he might be better to talk her through this, but she doubts Sybil would want to go into anything clueless. She can at least give her friend something to work with.

[adifferentlife]

"I do, mostly. We've discussed it in class, and I've seen the models and the cadavers." The models, however, were plastic, and the cadavers weren't alive. Even worse were the live men she'd seen who were hurt from war; sent back from the lines to recieve care and to heal, only to be sent out to fight again. "Sometimes when the soldiers first came into the hospital we had to bathe them as well. We tried to preserve their decency, but it was difficult, depending on the wounds."

[radicalize]

"Alright," Lucy says again, nodding slowly. It's reassuring, if not entirely surprising. Much less than that, and she doesn't know what she would have said. As it is, there's still no way this isn't going to be supremely awkward, at least at first. Once she's gotten the really difficult part out of the way, that might be a different story. "And you know what happens when they're... sexually aroused?"

[adifferentlife]

"I-" She starts to lie and say that she does, but eventually shakes her head, lips pursed. "When we've... Been together, it's sometimes obvious things are different?"

[radicalize]

"Different how?" Lucy asks. Before she gets anatomical, she really wants to find out exactly where they stand, and as ridiculous as it feels to be continually asking questions, she won't be able to figure anything out otherwise.

[adifferentlife]

Sybil reminds herself that she asked to have this conversation, and that she needs to put aside all embarrassment and act as if this is a class or the hospital. Professionalism will carry her through, she tells herself, squaring her shoulders. "We were kissing, and when he pressed against me, there was more pressure," she says, indicating beneath her waist.

[radicalize]

"Right," Lucy says. It's something, at least, which is better than it could have been, and might well save her the trouble of having to get too scientific. Even knowing how bodies work and why, it's kind of easier not to have to quite go there. "When you have sex... that happens, and then it goes inside you."