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[untiltheyarent]

[Verbal correspondence and scenes only! Ya girl can't read.]

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[untiltheyarent]

She blinks at him once, twice, her faze frozen in a quizzical expression.

Then, "...yes, I... should be."

[wythersake]

"Then I'll be by the docks," He taps once on the doorframe. "One can hardly have coffee alone, and the ferryman must by now be sick of my company."

[untiltheyarent]

She nods, with a quiet little smile. How odd.


...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.