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[the_lioness]

*Alanna walks in the front door and removes her dusty cloak, shaking it out behind her. Talking to herself, she knocks her boots against the door frame. Large chunks of mud come off, and she wipes her hands on her black breeches. She glances around with a blank smile, taking a seat at the bar and ordering a large breakfast with plenty of coffee.

It's raining rather heavily in Corus.*

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[the_lioness]

*Laughing, Alanna ducks her head and wraps her hands around her coffee mug.*

I won't force you to do anything. As I recall, you're the one who brought it up.

*Smirk, smirk, smirk*

[last_adam]

I know, I know.

*He smiles*

Just-

no photographic evidence.

[the_lioness]

There are no cameras in Tortall, that I can promise you. *She leans over and tousles his hair.* I hope you can meet Jon here before this comes to pass.

[last_adam]

*Adam looks at her, an open and inquiring look on his face.*

To prep me, or him?

[the_lioness]

Neither. *She smiles, eyes bright.* He's my oldest friend. I'd just like you two to meet.

Well, and he gets a little caught up in dignity and procedure at those affairs. You wouldn't meet the Jon I know. You'd meet the King.

[last_adam]

*He smiles and leans over, bumping her shoulder with his.*

Okay. That would be nice.

[the_lioness]

Very.

*Blushing faintly, Alanna tugs her sleeves over her hands and buries half of her face in them, covering her cold nose. It doesn't do much to hide her smile as she watches him.*

Aziraphael back yet?

[last_adam]

*He reaches out and moves her hands aside, giving the nose a tweak.*

Not yet. I'm not sure when he'll be back, to be honest.

[the_lioness]

*Her smile widens, and she bumps her shoulder against his.*

Well, don't work too hard. As long as no books are sold, he'll be happy, so maybe you should just keep the shop closed.

*She bites her lip, laughing softly.*

[last_adam]

*He laughs.*

I wouldn't go that far, but yeah. He should be fine with the shop. I think I might be doing too good a job keeping customers away, though. Gets a bit boring after a while.

[the_lioness]

So perhaps it is you that needs entertaining. *She grins.* Chasing customers away sounds like great fun to me. I think I'd be good at it.

[last_adam]

Maybe you should come help out. *he beams at her* I can't pay you, but I'll buy you dinner.

[the_lioness]

*Grinning, she nods eagerly.*

I'd love to. *pause* Do I have to wear a tunic and hose?

[last_adam]

*Adam laughs.*

No, not unless you want to.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna eyes her legs and fiddles with the top of her boot.*

...No, not especially. I have appropriate clothes somewhere. A skirt Bar gave me for New York... I think it can loosely be called that.

*She smiles.*

[last_adam]

A skirt? That's news. I mean, I'm sure it's great.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna's eyebrows shoot up, and she lifts a hand to fiddle with her hair, flushing. That sounded a lot like something Liam would say. Swallowing, she glances at the ground.*

Yes, a skirt. I do wear them on occasion. Maybe I'll show you sometime.

*She shrugs.* I think it looks nice.

[last_adam]

I'm sure it does. You could wear it... to dinner.

[the_lioness]

That was the plan. *She licks her lips and smiles.* When?

[last_adam]

Thursday?

[the_lioness]

I like Thursdays. *Alanna grins.* Thursday it is. Good, now I have something to think about besides Ramon. Thanks.

[last_adam]

I do what I can.

*And with a grin, he hops down from his bar stool.*

[the_lioness]

*Biting her lip, she looks at him for a moment, a question in her eyes.*

I guess... I'll see you soon. Take care of yourself, okay?

[last_adam]

*He pauses, looking at her, not sure what to say, or what she wants to say.*

Soon.

[the_lioness]

*She swallows and nods, panicking a bit.*

Yes. Okay. Bye, Adam.