Probably not. Don't worry about it — and anyway, it's not as though he's in it (head and arm poked around the door like a lazy cat), or at least not in it alone.
Currently in the process of setting out Thranduil's favorite decanter, Fifi straightens with a bit of a start when she's addressed directly.
She doesn't know what to make of Isaac-- someone who hasn't openly addressed her in over a year-- suddenly wanting her attention, but there's certainly no reason to be rude.
"What's that?" she asks, an uncertain smile twitching onto the corner of her mouth.
"Then I shall have to make time to visit," she says, her eyes squinting in amusement as she steps around to straighten the folio of documents awaiting Thranduil's attention.
...and she's on time of course, arriving at the docks wearing one of her less drab town dresses, a departure from the maid uniform and not too fine, but hardly plain either. Fifi doesn't go out all that much, and this seems a far cry from her nights on the town with Bastien.
"Messere," she greets, primly but with a glittering fondness in her eyes.
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Probably not. Don't worry about it — and anyway, it's not as though he's in it (head and arm poked around the door like a lazy cat), or at least not in it alone.
"Mlle. Mariette," Better not to notice a lady's age. "I've had the most fascinating news."
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She doesn't know what to make of Isaac-- someone who hasn't openly addressed her in over a year-- suddenly wanting her attention, but there's certainly no reason to be rude.
"What's that?" she asks, an uncertain smile twitching onto the corner of her mouth.
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If the current Kirkwall sentiment is not precisely endeared to Orlais, the return of coffee and sugar has been welcomed by most all.
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"Then I shall have to make time to visit," she says, her eyes squinting in amusement as she steps around to straighten the folio of documents awaiting Thranduil's attention.
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It'd be good to have her schedule. Definitely not so he can find another time to be here while Thranduil's not.
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Then, "...yes, I... should be."
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...and she's on time of course, arriving at the docks wearing one of her less drab town dresses, a departure from the maid uniform and not too fine, but hardly plain either. Fifi doesn't go out all that much, and this seems a far cry from her nights on the town with Bastien.
"Messere," she greets, primly but with a glittering fondness in her eyes.