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Indeed. And it's always nice to know for ourselves, for future reference. [Since as much as Leia throws the focus toward Eleanor's issues, she can tell there's more going on with the younger woman than what she lets on.

And there's the door. Eleanor moves ahead to open it with her good arm if Leia doesn't move to do so first.]

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[She'll allow Eleanor to open it, since she got there first, but in return, Leia arranges for their manicures and pedicures. Because Eleanor mentioned it before, so they're doing the whole thing. And not just her, because if she's going to do it, Eleanor is doing the same, that's just the rule.]

Do you want to pick out a color first, or do you want them to pick one for us?

[holdsodear]

[She hadn't expected Leia to immediately arrange that... ah, well. She taps a finger to her cheek thoughtfully at the question.]

Hmm... how about we choose the colors for each other? That should be fun.

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[Leia breaks into a smile at that suggestion. It sounds like a good enough idea for her, and it's what she and Sonia had done when they had visited. It turned out fun for the both of them.

Because it's winter, Leia scans the shelves looking for a color that's more appropriate for the season, and she comes back with a pale blue polish that almost shimmers under the right light.]

How's this?

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[While Leia had been selecting a polish, Eleanor had conducted some of her own perusal of the shelves before meeting Leia with a choice of her own, hopefully subtle enough to match Leia's tastes while still being striking in some way.

She smiles appreciatively at the selection Leia greets her with.]

I have to say, that's a very lovely color! What do you think of this one?

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[It isn't the sort of color Leia would have chosen for herself, but that's why Eleanor was there, wasn't it? It's a pretty color, and she likes it. So, she smiles appreciatively, nodding at Eleanor's color choice.]

I think I have a few pieces of jewelry that would match that color beautifully.

[Smaller pieces, less obtrusive pieces, ones she won't feel strange wearing.

But with that, they're being waved over to their chairs, so Leia follows the salon tech, expecting Eleanor to be just behind her.]

[holdsodear]

[She follows after Leia and the Salon Tech once they begin moving.]

Really? You'll have to show me sometime.

[It's not a busy part of the day, though there are a handful of regular customers seated in other chairs further down from where they're led to, their conversation a mild level of chattering that quiets a little once they reach the seats.]

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I don't wear them often, not unless there's an occasion that calls for it. But next time I can remember to wear one.

[makeup, that she wears regularly, for the sake of keeping up appearances and disguising how poorly she may be sleeping. (Not that the second reason applied as much in Verens anymore) but jewelry was a bit too flashy, a bit too flamboyant, a bit out of place on a military installation, especially if you're a princess and looking to be taken seriously and respected by everyone on that base as more than just a figurehead for the rebellion.

While the two are talking, the nail techs move their hands to where it's easier for them to do their jobs, and start buffing and prepping their nails.]