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Cavilo is in the bar.

Sitting at a table with a steak dinner, and looking indecently smug about it.

Or about something, anyway.

[tinytags: cavilo, delysia lafosse]

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Delysia never looks smug about much, but today Cavilo's expression and her own might just match.

A little.

"Oh, hello there!" Dee calls out, inviting herself over to the other woman's table. "I'm not interrupting, am I?"

She looks up, and leans back in her chair with a smile. "Of course not. Delysia, isn't it?"

A short nod. "And you are Lara, from far in my future. Or a future. Something, anyway is it that late that it's suppertime? Oh dear, I spent far too long at Edythe's."

Delysia pulls off her hat, checking to make sure her pins were in place as she sits down. "How have you been lately, Lara?"

"Oh," and there's that languid, thoroughly self-satisfied tone again, "tolerably well. How about you?"

"Well, I had to spend half the afternoon at my friend's shop trying to console her about her relationship with Joe Blomfield, which she's royally messed with yet again. I don't know what she's going to do this time, and now she has to run a fashion show with him in next to no time at all."

It's twittering, but vaguely pleasant twittering, like some ornamental pet bird.

"A fashion show?" she asks, spearing half a grilled mushroom on her fork.

"Joe is a famous lingerie designer, and Edythe runs only the best women's shop in all of London. Of course, the both of them ended up in a little runaway romance, which is more runaway and less romance by the day." Delysia exhales sharply, adding, "And being friends with Edythe offers me up in the role of advisor, despite lack of qualifications."

Sympathetically: "So she's coming to you with her problems?"

She's seen that sort of thing happen. Enough to talk about it.

"Not that I mind much; sometimes, I just don't know what to tell her."

"It is not as though I am the best example of monogamy either."

"Really?"

She cuts another bite of steak. It's a good steak.

Laughing, Delysia nods, curls shifting slightly.

"I'm sure that is far more information than you actually needed, Lara."

She chuckles along with the other woman. "Oh, I don't need information, but it's fun to collect. I'm a hobbyist."

A curious sort of glance.

She's never heard of that kind of hobby.

"Does this collecting actually lead to anything?"

Oh, you'd be surprised.

"If it led to anything," she points out reasonably, "it wouldn't be a hobby, would it?"

"Oh, I don't know. I might have to disagree with you on that point -- if singing starts out as a hobby and turns into a career, does it stop being a hobby?"

She may twitter, but she tries to have points every once in awhile.

"Doesn't it?" She nibbles on another mushroom. "I mean, a hobby is something you do for fun, and a career is something you do for money."

"Money's not fun?"

For just a moment there's a blank look, and then her hand goes to her forehead and she begins to giggle.

"Well put," she manages after a moment. "Oh, very well put."

"I try. Now. Lara -- what have you been doing with yourself since the last time we spoke?"

Cheerfully: "Your turn to collect information?"

"I may not be always the best person to give advice, but sometimes it's nice to be in a position to."

"Oh," and there's just a touch of that smugness back, "I think I'm doing all right lately."

"Good thing to hear," Delysia offers primly, constantly smiling as a reply. "Moving up in the world?"

Though Cavilo's own smile doesn't change, the smugness leaches out of it.

"Well ... truth to tell, there's not a lot of moving up one can do here," she says, in a confiding tone.

"Any place of business has a hierarchy."

Delysia sounds, if not authoritative, then at least experienced in this matter.

"Just have to figure out the right cards to play."

Hmm. The pretty bird's maybe not quite so twitterheaded as she sounds.

"True, but ... the hierarchy I've seen so far involves Security, and I'm not sure I want to get involved with them."

"There are also actual humans that run the bar from time to time, and I'm sure somebody pays them, even with all those unpaid tabs they keep track of."

"Hmmmm." She says it aloud this time, with a considering look.

"We could probably find out."

'We'.

"Would certainly make for useful information to collect. To keep up the hobby."

('We' is such a useful word.)

Cavilo's grin goes positively conspiratorial. "Might also be fun."

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