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2004 December 05
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December 5
After Kabi the Lauren-declared ninja leaves-- limping-- Hellebore bids the rest of the hot-spiced-rum drinkers finish their drinks and go back to bed. With a distracted goodnight, he heads back down to his courtyard bedroom and the unconscious mage within it. The rest of the night is uneventful, and everyone gets back to sleep within varying degrees of eventuality. Morning light comes warmer than anyone is used to after weeks in Fall-- a pleasant change to those who prefer sunnier weather. The first to emerge see the sky clear and cloudless when they look up, a perfect pale blue that promises to ripen as the day ages. Heat is also a promise, but no more. Cloaks will be inconvenient, and even long sleeves perhaps inadvisable for comfort.
Hellebore meets the travellers as they gather in the courtyard, coming from a direction other than his bedroom. He looks worried and apologetic. "I'm afraid Cook had to go, family matters..." he says, wringing his small hands. "I really can't do more than put cheese on bread, but... we're out, and I can't go shopping with Frangipani here alone, even with Livet watching her... I'm truly sorry, but would you mind going out to find your breakfast, and perhaps bringing me something back? The pantry's nearly bare, Cook hadn't done her restocking yet with the children away for another few days and just us here..." Steven awakens and performs his morning ablutions and exercises, taking in the warm morning air. It's a bit of a shock to him to find the warm weather after the weather of Fall, since he'd been slowly acclimating to the increasingly-cooler weather. He glances to Aiden and Lauren. "I don't think that'll be too much of a problem...?" It's more of a question, and somewhat directed at Aiden.
Aiden is just about to speak when Steven does. He nods his agreement. "Oh, sure. What's your fancy?"
Lauren looks extremely happy about the more So-Cal style weather, and trots over to offer her approval of breakfast plans. "Let's go to the Pink Velvet thing," she suggests. "Pastry and stuff. And guards can't go in."
"We'll have to pay for it here," Sol points out quietly. He looks at Hellebore. "We don't have coin. Is there a place nearby that takes small gems?"
Hellebore looks both startled and relieved. "If you don't, ah... mind... both the Pink Velvet and her sister establishment do take gems, and might also change some to coin for you. I wasn't aware you knew the city that well."
Steven blinks a little. Sister establishment?
Aiden tilts his head to the side, "Sister establishment?"
"The Brown Velvet," Lauren suggests flatly.
Hellebore looks a bit confused. "You'd have had to walk right past it on your way in, it's just down the street... the Velvet Fist." He blushes. "I'm sorry, you mentioned the Pink Velvet, I thought perhaps you had friends there and didn't mind that, er, sort of thing."
Lauren groans. "I really don't think I'm up to a Velvet Fist this early in the morning. Let's hit the Pink."
Steven blinks, "Actually, it's the first place we found ourselves in when were came to the city, rather lost." Velvet Fist...? Don't ask. Just... don't ask. I'm still trying to get over what I had at the Pink Velvet.
Aiden says, "Oh. We must've missed that one."
The hairy-footed little mage adds defensively, "They're really not bad neighbors. Quiet. Well soundproofed."
Sol murmurs, "I'm beginning to think we're not in the best neighborhood. Why do you have a mage school here, if you don't mind my asking?"
Hellebore looks mildly embarassed and shrugs defensively. "The landlord liked me, and there had already been a few explosions, so everyone around has good solid walls..."
Steven blinks at the 'explosions' bit.
Steven says, "Uhm.. Hellebore, just out of curiosity, what was this building before you converted it to your school? I mean, if you don't mind my asking."
Aiden nods a bit at that. Sort of like chemlabs at school.
Zhi coughs gently and looks around at the size of the group. "I think perhaps only some of us should go out all at once... he quiets at Steven's question, obviously curious too."
"Oh," says the little mage. "I'm told it, er, belonged to one of the Velvet Fist's rivals." He fidgets. "They assure me I'm a much better neighbor, and I get along well with the local administration." Hellebore smiles brightly.
Aiden resists the urge to chuckle a bit at that. He looks at Zhi, then over at Steven, so often his co-conspirator in leading the group around. "So. Who's going?"
Steven smiles, and nods, "Well, you're certainly a wonderful host! I don't think we'll have much problem picking up some things for you." He glances to Zhi and nods, "And we all probably shouldn't go, too many people." Definitely not going to ask about the Velvet Fist.
Ayali says quietly, "I will remain and help guard." Zhi looks wistful, but says "I should, too... and Anisaire." "I am," Lauren insists. "I'm going. Yes I am." Somewhere in the back of her mind the name Travel floats up, and a pair of VERY nice grey-furred legs.
Hellebore says happily to Steven, "You could even have it sent back while you eat; I'll fetch you coins for our supply, thank you..." and darts into his bedroom.
With Hellebore gone, Seodil speaks up in serious tones. "I do not wish to remain here, but it might be wisest... given the resemblance. Just in case." He tilts his head at the group as if seeking their opinion, wistful.
Aiden says, "That might give us an edge, though, Seodil. His friends will be more likely to talk to you, I would think, if any of them know where he is."
Seodil looks easily swayed, and nods with a little smile. "Another point. I shall join you and see."
Kip looks rebellious, but then glances back at Anisaire, Zhi and Ayali-- all stuck here-- and sighs. "But you'll need help carrying things," he says. "Right?"
Lauren nods vigorously. "Right. We'll need LOTS of those little almond cookies. I mean TONS."
Grennit says, "I'm so there." She beams.
Aiden looks at Kip, waffling. Kip's too young to be in the Velvet, right? Right?
Lauren snorts. "Come on. He's sixty. I'm twenty-four."
Melierel sighs, having hesitated too long. "So... you have Aiden, Steven, Lauren, Soleil, Seodil, Grennit, and Kip. I will remain behind as well, and the six of you will still be quite noticeable. Perhaps if you split up into two groups on the way? No tree will hide even three, much less six, but..."
"This city is short on trees," Zhi murmurs to Melierel. "You may be happier staying with me than seeing what is out there." Meli gives him a worried look and answers, "Should Kip be going, then?"
Aiden looks at Meli and shakes his head, just slightly, as soon as Kip isn't looking at him.
Lauren looks confused. Trees? What the hell is this about trees? We're not brachiating or anything, are we?
"Got to help carry," Kip says quickly. "It's only right. I can use the experience! New places, travelling... c'mon, we can just go." He gives Lauren a wary but hopeful look, having missed the midnight reconciliation with Aiden but not the fight with Soleil that preceded it.
Meli's lips twitch upwards, as he nods back to Aiden and looks at Kip. "I think they have enough. You can go out later; you might be needed to protect this place and your child."
Aiden says, "Well. If we're going to split up, maybe half of us should go now, and the other half can follow in five or ten minutes?"
"MELI," Lauren scolds, before moderating her tone in a hurry and adding the requisite "-ierel". "We, um. We do need somebody to carry."
Steven says quietly, "yes, but we need to be noticable a bit less, I think."
Sol grins and moves over between Aiden and Steven to murmur, "You two go with Lauren and Seodil, I'll come after with Grennit and Kip after they finish arguing."
Aiden says, "Lauren? We're going to go first. C'mon." He moves to go, giving Seodil a quick look.
Hellebore pops out of his doorway with a small bag of coin and a beaming smile. "She looks better! --Here, if you could, ask them to send back double Hellebore's usual holiday bachelor order?"
Steven smiles, "That's great, I'm glad she's doing better." He blinks. "Double Hellebore's usual holiday bachelor order. Right, got it." He keeps from asking Hellebore what that means. 'Twould be rude. Besides, they'll see it soon enough...
Hellebore hands the little bag to Steven; it's much heavier than it looks. And then the little group is underway, determinedly moving out of the gate. When they exit, the three that have been in this city before look around.
Lauren catches Aiden's sleeve and trails along amiably enough. "We need some of those apple things."
Seodil follows, tall, pale and even more obvious about wearing a large furry cloak than Aiden and Steven.
The little group starts walking down the cobblestone street. This is obviously not the best part of town. The buildings directly on either side of Hellebore's big stone house-- and its newly revealed roof-high black iron fence-- are noticeably scorched and blackened on those sides facing Hellebore's school. Neither one actually looks very lived-in... or at least, not by anyone who fixes broken windows. The street is missing cobbles here and there. Hellebore is at the end of a cul-de-sac, as it turns out. Farther down the road, a rat runs across it. There are few people out at this time of day.
This is not a nice area. This is the kind of area where people jump out of alleys and doorways to knife and/or rape people, especially SMALL people, especially GIRLS, and Aiden's practically a girl anyway. Lauren feels her fingertips tingle, and shivers.
Steven murmurs, "Nice neighborhood...." He's already not liking it.
Aiden looks around warily -- no with downright paranoia. He hopes people aren't a delicacy here.
Steven tries to remember what he learned about walking in un-nice neighborhoods. "Act like we belong here," he murmurs. "Don't show fear, and nothing will happen to us."
Aiden briefly wishes that his bear-repellant wasn't still in his tent in British Columbia.
Lauren shows fear. "Stevennnn," she keens.
The rat having already given the group a definite miss, no other predators appear. The two-legged ones rapidly disappear into alleys once they spot the group walking down the road toward them. None of the three that have been to the city of Sindinbrigh' actually recognize any of these buildings. The Pink Velvet is in rather nicer an area. The kinship is there in the building materials-- even these buildings were once pretty, and all of some form of marble from pink to white to silver to sunny-- but it's more like walking through a graveyard now than a working neighborhood. The elaborate carvings are chipped and broken, lending the buildings a less airy and more snaggle-toothed effect.
Aiden pauses in his step. "I think we took a wrong turn. Seriously wrong."
As the group moves on, Seodil murmurs comfortingly, "Do not be concerned, Lauren. I am sure we could kill a sufficient number to ensure your safety."
Steven winces at the tone."Lauren, don't, it'll be okay--" he breaks off, looking around. "Uh.. I think you're right, Aiden."
There is, however, nowhere else the group could have gone. Hellebore's front gate led directly onto this street.
"...thanks, Seodil," Lauren says without much enthusiasm. "You know, guys, I think most of Hellebore's students probably zot themselves to school like Kip does..."
Aiden looks back at Seodil, helplessly, before saying, "Do we just keep going on this street?"
Steven says, "A good thought, Lauren. Though Hellebore must do some walking, he would have warned us to , er, zot... wouldn't he have?"
Aiden says, "Not if he just wanted us gone as quickly as possible."
Seodil says calmly, "There is a person ahead of us that is not hiding. Be ready to use your sword, Aiden, but there does not seem to be another choice yet than forward. In retrospect, directions would have been a good idea..." he frowns and tenses as Aiden adds his opinion.
The person that Seodil spotted ahead is a good distance away. As the group nears, the rest of them are able to see him more clearly. He's dressed all in black, but it's flamboyant as black gets-- long cloak that moves like silk in the breeze, a long black plume in his hat, and as he moves, a braid that falls over his lace-frothed chest to his knees. The braid is also black. Thigh-high boots meet black satin pants, and he's wearing gloves... and the odd thing about his face turns out to be a thin domino mask as they get ever nearer. He touches his hat politely and elegantly.
Aiden says quietly, "Just great."
"We're going to end up in a ditch in Tijuana," Lauren says quietly, showing rare restraint. "It's the Pimp Bandit."
Steven blinks a little. Wow, it's Zorro! Haven't seen him since that run-down theater on Elkoak, Wisconsin....
Around then, everyone also notices that the door he's standing beside is in much better repair, and every one of this tall marble building's glass windows actually has glass-- backed by shut curtains.
It looks suspiciously like an establishment of some kind.
Aiden gets ready to draw his sword. He doesn't actually move closer to it, but he does get mentally prepared. Wonder what that is..
Lauren twigs on. "HEY!" she says, brightening. "This is the Velvest Fist, isn't it? He said we'd have to walk right past it."
Lauren actually says 'velvest', yes.
Steven says, "Oh... well, that makes sense, yes...."
The black-clad fop gives Lauren a deliciously elaborate flourish with cloak and hat. "Indeed it is, my radiant lady of the morning. Did you seek us?"
Now that the danger seems a little less immediate, Aiden pauses to give the man a quick look over, since they're closer. It is sort of a neat costume.
It has sequins, too. Or maybe faceted jet. All black. He's a glittery thing.
Lauren coos, and flusters prettily. "Oh no," she explains. "We're looking for the Pink Velvet, actually. Not so much with the fists today. More with the nice breakfasts."
Steven blnks a bit. It's an affected style and 'elegance' he's never gone in for, but seeing it in person and apparently sincere he can see the attraction to it. And of course the effect it has on Lauren. "Er... what she said, yes." He's still rather reluctant to find out why it's called 'Velvet Fist' but that's a question that can be answered later... like, another day.
"Ahh," says the well-appointed loiterer. He actually might be human; it's hard to tell. His skin is pale and his eyes a very ordinary brown. "In that case, good lady... we do not cater to those appetites, but the Pink Velvet certainly does, and it will be my pleasure to direct you, the good gentlemen, and the fine master there." Under the mask, his lips smile right at Lauren-- but his bow is directly toward Seodil.
"Fine m-....oh." Lauren looks over her shoulder at Seodil. She edges to the side.
Steven wonders -- very briefly -- about the distinction that Seodil gets from the man. He lets Lauren get the information from the loiterer.
Aiden's eyes go from the stranger to Seodil, trying to judge the reactions from both of them. Is this person mistaking one brother for the other one?
The directions the black-clad dandy give are first-class and quite respectful, though they are directed to the party at large. His distinction regarding Seodil appears to have been a single gesture rather than a need to defer solely to the silver elf. After he finishes those directions, Lauren is handed a single black rose that has very much not been de-thorned. "It might be wise for the lady to carry this token on the journey," he smiles.
Aiden listens very carefully to the directions, repeating each part to himself in his head. When the directions are finished, he speaks up for the first time, "Thank you."
Lauren is bit a few times by the rose as she tries to find a handy place to stick it for the trip. Her parting wave and giggle is cut short by a thorn in the cuticle and a soft "owdammit".
The dark doorman smiles and gives Aiden a rather shallower bow than Seodil or Lauren got. "My pleasure to give the service, I am sure. My respects to the silver master. I assume the time is nigh, and we wish him only success."
Steven thanks the man, and amles off with the group towards their new destination... though he pauses at that last, glancing between the doorman and Seodil.
Aiden's eyes flick over to Seodil again. What the hell?
Seodil simply bows back, and then shepherds the little group onwards. Once out of earshot, he leans down to say "We should speak when we are seated."
Lauren just barely waits until the Fist's door guard is out of human earshot. "Silver master? What the hell was that about? He's not talking about Clair, is he? Clair's pink."
Steven murmurs, "Yeah, speaking would be good."
Aiden nods at Seodil and murmurs, "Yeah.." He looks a bit distracted, but that's mostly because he's following the directions they were given, and trying not to get the group lost again.
"Hssh, Lauren... wait," Seodil answers calmly. "It bears discussion but not in the streets."
About fifteen minutes later, Soleil and Grennit join them-- sans Kip-- just as the group arrives at the Pink Velvet without further incident. The doorgirl is new to them, not the one they first met, and welcomes them in. The two latecomers are still breathing a little hard when everyone is seated on white pillows at a low table in a peacefully simple ricepaper-panelled room.
Aiden takes his boots off before he settles himself down on one of the white pillows. He leaves them pushed against a wall, out of the way.
"Kip ought to be along shortly," Sol says cheerfully. "He stopped in a little shop on this street for just a moment, he saw where you turned in." He follows suit with the footwear, as do the other elves-- Grennit slowest, but quick to catch on. Steven divests himself of his shoes before settling down comfortably. A part of him is very glad to be here again, since it's really a a nice and pleasant place to sit down and rest. Despite the menu.
Lauren brandishes her black rose around. "We got this from the door guy at the Velvet Fist, but I don't know what it's for. Anybody? I didn't even know roses came in black."
Pastries arrive on Kip's heels, as the slight, dark little elf lets himself in through the sliding ricepaper wall. In the bustle of food being set on the table, in exquisitely tiny pieces and lots of them, Kip's gesture toward Lauren with a small spray of pink and yellow flowers is almost lost. Upon sighting that she already has a rose, he hesitates and then puts them behind his back as he takes the empty pillow, eyes hurt.
Aiden watches Seodil, curiously. He's mostly watching what Seodil eats since it is a good indicator for both his mood, and favourite types of food for future reference.
Lauren waves the rose again. "Come ON, people. This means something, right? Am I supposed to show it to somebody?"
Steven doesn't miss Kips expression, and arches a brow, glancing to Lauren.
The server, bald and irridescently scaled under her gauzy robes, beams at Steven as though she remembers him. Her fingers brush the back of his neck as she starts to leave, then blinks at Lauren with cat-slit violet eyes and says softly, "That is a token from the Velvet Fisst, my lady... to mark you as a friend of the esstablisshment."
Seodil isn't eating much yet, diverted by Lauren's rose-waving and the server's commentary. What he does eat is strictly of the highly sugared persuasion.
"Ahaaa," Lauren muses, and then plunks the rose into the water pitcher. Seems like a good place for it. "Thanks. Hi Kip. Where's the marmalade things?"
A few of the pastries have candied flowers on top, violets and rose petals-- one or the other, never both. Others are soft and puffed, still others have jewellike dabs of what might be jam nestled into the dough. Kip looks blankly at Lauren and says "Marmalade?" in somewhat cool tones.
Aiden picks at a few small things, but he doesn't eat much.
The scaled server gives Lauren a disapproving look as she departs.
Lauren nods. "Orange stuff, with peel in it. Um. Are you okay?"
"So, uh..." says Sol into the slight tension. "Why do you have that rose again?" just as Kip mutters, "Fine, though nobody managed to give me roses on the way."
Grennit beams at Steven between stuffing her face with pastry. "Girlfriend of yours?"
Steven blinks, and smiles to the server, though he blinks and blushes a bit a the touch. At Kip's comment he smiles a bit. "COnsidering all the thorns on it, that might have been for the best, Kip. Besides, the fellow seemed like he had an endless supply of them."
Lauren BEAMS and hoiks the rose right back out of the pitcher to point at Kip. "The doorman gave it to me. Here."
Steven blinks to Grennit, then blushes. "No, actually... ah... we met her the first time we came here, when we arrived, lost and confused..."
Lauren rummages around on the pastry tray with her other hand. Oo, raspberry thing.
Seodil looks at Aiden. "Tell me your thoughts... and do eat a pastry between each reasonably full sentence." He smiles, looking for all the world as if he's concerned Aiden's not really eating.
Aiden says, quietly, "They're not well suited to a public gathering." That's a full sentence. He eats a pastry, as instructed.
Kip glares at the rose Lauren's pointing at him and thrusts the hidden bouquet toward her to point flowers of his own. "Then I suppose these were redundant." There's a very nice pink rose or two, miniature, along with six or so of something tiny, yellow and orchidlike.
Seodil's eyebrows arch high. "I see. Then think instead on what we are here to discuss, please. Does it seem to anyone else that I might have been mistaken for my brother, despite our hues?"
Lauren blinks. A strange little image of some kind of flower duel bubbles up in her head. "For, um." She waggles the black rose again. "For me? Redundant?" She leans forward to take Kip's flowers, dropping the black rose on his lap to free up her hand. The other has a forgotten raspberry thing in it.
Grennit eyes the table's interplay and edges a little closer to Steven.
Aiden nods at Seodil. "Sort of, yeah. Like he didn't get a good look at the colouring.." I hope he was mistaking you for Clairchiare and that it's not something else.
Steven grins a little to himself as he takes a sip of a light tea, listening to Seodil as he watches the interplay between Kip and Lauren. he blinks a little as Grennit edges closer.
Sol looks anxious, but stays quiet. Eyes barely flicking up to Seodil, he says "I regret that I was not there to provide a viewpoint," in a very nonconfrontational tone.
Seodil having done nothing to Sol, the silver elf looks briefly puzzled before calmly answering Aiden. "That was my thought, except... Clairchiare's coloring is, in my opinion, rather difficult to mistake. That is what puzzles me most."
Kip scowls at the black rose in his lap, but his eyes on Lauren holding his bouquet are uncertain, edging toward hopeful.
Steven frowns a little, setting down his tea. "Maybe we should go with the assumption that the doorkeeper wasn't mistaken. While considering options if he was.
Aiden says, "Unless Clairchiare's been hiding it or.. shit."
Lauren gets all muzzy and buries her face in the Kip-flowers. Kip gave her FLOWERS. Flowers were given to her by Kip. The important things nearby--pastry, discussion of Clairchiare, the Velvet Fist's involvement--kind of fade into a pink hazy background for a few minutes.
"Clarify, Steven?" Seodil sets down his current pastry untouched, eyes intent. They flick to Aiden. "Or?"
Aiden chews on his bottom lip. "If those roses are coming off of his rosebush.. maybe the bloodstain is fading with them."
Kip's scowl fades into a quirky little smile as he mostly pays attention to Lauren.
Grennit tilts her head at Steven and says, "Does this have bearing on how pink the elf is, like we were discussing with Aiden last night? --Oh, wait. You stayed in bed. Anyway, Aiden was talking about Clairchiare in the bath and that he's all pink. Is that strictly a bath thing or am I missing something?"
Steven says, "We should consider what it means if he wasn't mistaken, since hiding that shade of pink is as you said hard... but we should also consider what if he was mistaking Seodil for Clairchiare."
Steven blinks to Grennit. "In the bath? All pink? I don't--" He blushes then. "Er... how do you mean, uhm, bath thing? Seodil's look at Aiden is pure worry. He goes paler than normal. "I had considered that thought," he says softly. "I fear we must go to Court very soon."
Aiden nods, "Can you contact the Princess? It would be nice to go in with a bit of safety."
"The doorman said SILVER master," she informs her boquet happily. "He was expecting to see a silver elf. Clair must have bleached his hair after we left."
To Steven, Seodil nods and says "If I was being mistaken for him... then what exactly is he up to, and why is the Velvet Fist on his side?"
Seodil's mouth twists. He says quietly, "I can try... if Steven will lend me his next bird of light."
Aiden says, "If he's putting fresh roses out every night, it stands to reason that he's getting them from somewhere. The sooner we can camp that rosebush out, the better."
Steven blinks to Seodil. "If I receive one soon... certainly.
Steven nods to Lauren. "Mmm, so he didn't get the color wrong..."
Grennit answers Steven after a pause to listen to the ongoing discussion. "I meant, naked. They were talking about how very pink your friend I've never met is, naked. I think. Aiden wouldn't talk much, even though Kabi wanted to hear it. She'd never seen a naked elf. Must not come here, huh?" Grennit looks around cheerfully. "I heard about this place from Hellebore."
Aiden shrugs slightly, "Either that, or we wait for him at the Fist."
Aiden says, "Obviously he's known and expected there."
Seodil nods. "It might be wise to have someone there... but not myself, if they are indeed confusing us. Perhaps one of you could leave a message for the silver master, requesting he contact us?"
Steven blinks to Grennit, and nods a little. "Well, we didn't stay long last time we were here...."
Aiden says, "I'll do it."
Sol frowns and breaks his quiet. "Do you think he would come to us if we asked? He didn't come with us when we left."
Seodil nods approvingly to Aiden. "Written, or spoken?"
Aiden says, "Written, without my name attached, just in case."
The next wave of pastry trays arrives, and some of these look like they involve meat and fish and cheese stuffings.
The server leaves a small paper note by Seodil as she moves smoothly out.
Aiden looks at the paper, then down at Seodil. "Unless we're beaten to it."
Steven is very careful about these ones; he really, really does not want to have siren again.
Lauren settles her flowers into her lap and swims up out of stupid-happy long enough to see the note. Her beam swivels off Kip and onto the scrap of paper. "That was fast..."
Seodil gives the note a wary look, then opens it to read aloud. "'You're early. I'll have them upstairs by noon.'" He then passes it around. It's not signed.
Luckily for Steven, the meat and fish are easily identifiable and either can be easily avoided. There is also a complete lack of breakfast sashimi or nigiri.
Aiden frowns. "One person accidently overlooking the colouring I could believe, but not this. Looks like he's wearing your colours, somehow or another."
Seodil nods, not looking happy about it. "I feel this bodes ill... and I believe we should be upstairs somewhat before noon."
Lauren speaks up. "Should we get rooms? I think we should get rooms."
Aiden nods, "Yeah. We really ought to be. I guess we're just going to have to play it as it comes to us."
Grennit perks up. "Do they come with pink elves, Lauren?"
Lauren shrugs. "I think you could get one here. They could probably dye one for you if you paid enough. You want?"
Sol chews his lip. "We could rent rooms... I suppose... it would explain our staying..."
"I REALLY think we should get rooms," Lauren insists.
Soleil's eyes go wide, then narrow. He points at Lauren, then Grennit. "All right. But I am not buying her men."
"Women?" says Grennit innocently. Soleil chucks a pastry at her.
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