Smile
Michael joined Jane at the window, both bumping into each other as they silently fought for dominance. However, he was the smallest and so, he was left to peer through the bottom pane. Jane got to look through the upper one, half covered behind the curtain. It was a stealth mission, after all.
"Cor, blimey!" he whispered, a hushed exclamation, feeling Jane poke her knee into his shoulder. "She's smiling!"
"Haven't you noticed before?" Jane remarked. She was the eldest and she had worldly knowledge that he could only wish for. "She does it all the time."
Michael sat in silence for a minute. "Yes, I have noticed."
He hadn't. Still, they sat in silence, watching the figures in the garden below.
Starch apron tied around her waist, arms crossed over her torso- whether in modesty or because of the cold weather- Mary Poppins leant against the kitchen doorframe, the one which led into the small garden. The light from inside lit her figure rather nicely, so Jane said. Very romantic.
Grinning from ear to ear, his unruly waves constantly pushed back to refrain from covering his forehead, Bert was saying something that they couldn't hear. It made her laugh.
"Now, she's laughing!" Michael commented. "It's a miracle."
"Oh, Michael," Jane sighed happily. "It must be love."
Michael scrunched his nose, releasing a disgusted 'uh'. He thought she was wrong, although there was no point arguing. Mary Poppins couldn't have romantic feelings for another; he was sure of it. And for Bert, of all people. He was too cheerful for someone who was so serious.
Even so, she wouldn't stop smiling and laughing. Michael was disturbed but, most importantly, confused.