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Eli glanced at the door thoughtfully. "I might go out again tonight," he said.
"And you did threaten my brother," she said smoothly. She considered Avice for a moment, her cool eyes studying her. "Blue, I should think. Or a...
"So, do you know what this place is?"
Her hand rested on the back of his neck and she looked down at him thoughtfully. "Of course."
He rested his head on his hand tiredly as August joined them at the table.
“No, no,” she said easily. “To dance. To be merry.”
She seemed confused but nodded, heading to go make it.
She flipped the omelette and came over to him, setting it down in front of him and planting a kiss in his hair.
He glanced over his shoulder and frowned. “I couldn’t tell you,” he said lightheartedly. “I think my parents gave it to me. It’s always been there.”
She paused before smiling. “There’s a masquerade ball coming up,” she said coyly. “Lots of dancing. You should attend, Ms. Rohesia.”
She squinted. “So, no, then?”
She grinned at him. “So you can’t really call it ‘the usual’.”
He looked up in surprise, raising one eyebrow. “What?”
He took the flowers gently before heading for the door. The bell jingled as he left. Aubrey eyed Avice curiously, her eyes thoughtful and sharp.
"You can try, but you don't have to."
She raised an eyebrow. "The usual?" "Wings are so sensitive. One tiny rip, and it would be over, you know? That's why they're so significant....
He didn't notice, his head resting tiredly in his hand. He was quite strong, although it was understandable after Aspen had seen the labor he had...
He grinned, his eyes meeting hers. "Thank you, Ms. Rohesia," he said, dropping a pouch of coins on her counter. "I appreciate your business."
"Eh... *squee!*?"
"I think it's only fair, don't you?" "Sam? Do you want anything in yours?" she asked from the stove.
