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It's a grey, chilly, drizzly, blustery day in Montreal today. And so it was a chilly, drizzly, blustery walk from Meg's morning class to the library, where she was not at all unpleased to find Milliways waiting for her instead.

Meg has settled onto one of the couches near the fire, shed her slighly damp coat and scarf and gloves, and ordered apple cider.

She's trying to finger comb tangles out of wind-blown hair, and wincing occasionally when she hits a particularly stubborn one.

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Until a brush skitters to a bounce-halt on the cushion next her.

"I'm assuming that is for you."

"Is it raining hairbrushes now?" Meg asks, cheerfully, picking it up.

Well, it's Milliways. It's probably at least possible.

"How are you, Edward?"

"It arrived when I dropped a letter, and i certainly don't need it," Edward said, smugly. He took a seat, crossing his ankles.

It's not the first time Bar has delivered something to Meg via mutual acquaintance.

Meg occasionally wonders just how much Bar knows.

"Thank you," Meg says. "We are having the sort of weather at home that means I should have braided my hair this morning."

"At least you get seasons," Edward said, congenially. "Was everything else good, aside from the weather?"

"Do you not have proper seasons in your part of Washington?" Meg asks.

And then nods. "It's been a good week. I was home for Thanksgiving last weekend, which was a nice break. And it was good to see my parents."

Meg assumes that Edward knows that holiday is not celebrated in late November in her part of the world.

"Are things going well for you and your family?"

"We have cloudy with a chance of either rainy and white, or rainy and green. That's pretty much the whole year." This would be better if he was kidding, but for the most part he really isn't. "If it wasn't helpful for maintaining cover--"

He let it liner, with a shake of his head. The second or two pauses leads to. "Everyone is fine. Alice and Rose were headed shopping when I left."

"I'm glad they're well. Is Rose as serious a shopper as I've been led to believe Alice is?"

There's a moment when something clicks into place from the rest of his comments. "'Maintaining cover'? Does that have to do with what happened to Dr. Cullen in the game? With the, um . . . "

What is the word she wants?

". . . shimmering?"

Edward will look properly unpleased at the term. As he's wont to. But, even so, he nodded to the question.

"Rose and Alice are a true terror when together. They shop for what they want from wherever they want it. Location doesn't matter to them. And what they can't buy they design."

Would he have preferred sparkling? Glimmering? Twinkling? Glistering?

Dare we use dazzling?

Whatever the proper term, his choosing to follow up on the other line of conversation is noted, and the topic of shimmering (et al) is dropped.

"Being able to design what you want and can't find must be convenient. I can follow patterns, but I'm not sure I could make one up."

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It helps with your sister can see the runways months and years ahead of their releases. "It makes her sure everyone really is her doll to play dress up with."

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Meg laughs.

"And if the dolls object to the outfits she's picked?"

Are there actually ascot arguments?

There so are. Meg. Meg. He has to listen to them.

"She'll find some way to may you agree. You can't bet against her."

"So do you just go along with her, or do you ever object anyway? For form's sake, if nothing else?"

Edward's lips canted toward a smirk. "Of course."

Except that his eyes had become more remote. He was doing that even now, wasn't he. In all seriousness. Rejecting Alice's twin visions of Isabella's future. Even when it was never a fight between them, he could not let her be right this time.

Siblings, destiny, what is and what should never be . . . dangerous topical minefield they've wandered into, here, isn't it?

And Meg is hardly aware of all (or even most) of it, but the smirk and the remoteness are enough at odds with each other that that fact registers.

"So," she says, tone light, "since you're not shopping with your sisters, what is Milliways interrupting with having you deliver hairbrushes?"

They have such a habit of that. Wandering into things, and silently skirting them.

"Nothing, as of yet."

Sometimes, topics are meant to be silently skirted.

They'll get to them when they get to them, if they need to or want to or decide to.

"Plans for later?"

The yet half-seems to imply so.

"I'd ask about for the weekend, but I don't know that it is the weekend for you."

"Emmett is trying organize a game." Edward's lips curled toward a smile at the far edges at least. "He's been driven since everyone came home talking of the one here."

Meg smiles.

(Hey, you put that much work into something, it's nice to know it wasn't just promptly moved on from.)

"And will that be a rematch for you and Alice and Dr. Cullen?"

Bragging rights back on the line?

"I think we'll torturing him with what he missed for a while longer." How few things were ever kept from Emmett, when it came to fights and competing.

"Capitalize on the opportunity?"

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