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[the last week or so of Delia's afterlife has proven to be very, very interesting and not, ultimately, in a good way]

[bewarned, then, those who might wish to talk to her. The lady is annoyed, and prone to snapping]

[this is not to say, however, that she doesn't want to talk to people, merely that the bitch!risk factor has gone up]

[dramatically]

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"Delicate Flowers?"

yeah, he missed all the fuss.

Madame Lilly's.

There is some blinking.

"Hmm. I dont think I have met her, or heard of it. "

He shrugs.

"Not something I am interested in anyway."

he smiles.

"What I was getting at earlier however, was to ask if you ever take on jobs as an accountant for other than whatever your primary was..."

[she regards him, thoughtfully]

I would be interested once I organize things. I've only just started, so a few weeks?

"It isnt urgent. My accouns are small, just... unorganized. I am rather... not great at money."

he spreads his hands helplessly.

[Delia nods]

Organizing is the first thing. If you could get the information, I could easily look it over for you at least.

"I will do that. I suspect it may take me some time, but well, I am around usually, so I wil see you when I see you with it?"

He smiles genuinely.

"I thank you. What is your usual price for such services?"

I've never done this before! I've helped Papa with our estate accounts, and I was trained, but...lady. I've never had to really work before.

"Oh!"

He grins.

"Perhaps then, you will take a look and see how much trouble it will be and set a rpice then?"

He is earnest and one of those who generally gives a certain amount of trust unless someone betrays him.

I would be delighted to.

He smiles then and bows to her.

"I am most glad I met you this night, Lady Delia. If it would not be a bother, perhaps we might talk again some night?"

It would not be a bother at all.

"My thanks."

He starts to spoeak, then stops.

"Ah you dont mind seeing magic do you?"

...I was the mistress to the most powerful sorceror in the Eastern lands for seven years.

No, I don't mind.

"Ah... yes, well, in that case, fare thee well."

He turns, Speaks in another, odd language and as he walks away, simply fades from view.

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