Crysabel fussed with the finishing touches on the gown Cal was wearing to the Lord Admiral's Summer Ball.
"It is too bad you keep your hair so short; there isn't much I can do with it."
"That's entirely the point." Cal grinned. "I don't have the time to fuss."
"It suits you." Crysabel poked through the jewellery box on Cal's dresser. "You must have something to add.
"I'm not much for jewelry," Cal shrugged. "Most of those were my mother's and I can't bear to get rid of them."
"What about this?" Crysabel held up a tiny lens set in brass hanging from a chain.
"Pentam gave that to me." Cal took the chain and looked more closely at the lens. "I used it to see tiny details for my sketches; when I came ashore I must have put it in the box."
Crysabel slipped the chain over Cal's head. It gleamed on the black satin bodice.