I guessed she was still angry at me for having exposed her to her dam's dirty little secret, as it were. The truth had never been the friend of most nobles; they covered it as best they could in their quest for statutes and court favor. It was usually worse in the case of royals. Queen Amitolane's conversation with her daughter must have been an interesting one. "My opinion of you has not changed." she said, that same haughty expression on her face, "If anything, my conviction is validated by my mother's admission. Your kind took advantage of her, forced themselves upon her."
I raised an eyebrow at that. "Is that what she told you? Let me assure you that nothing was forced upon her... I didn't have time to educate her about the ways of the Sidhe. Maybe later but for now, we had things to do.
She looked disappointed. Maybe she'd hoped for a demonstration to prove something or other to herself. Too bad.
"Look," I began, as we walked into the dimly-lit pizza parlor, my wooden platforms clicking algorithmically against the floor, tonight is about the mission. I've no time to be your therapist. If you're looking for some kind of justification for your dam's behavior, then you'll have to wait."
I smiled as we came to the hostess' platform, appraising her with a glance or two. Not bad, this one, She was a bit on the skinny side, but far from the wraith look that was popular in this day and age.
"Hi, dudes and welcome to the Munch. Bar or restaurant seating?"
"Restaurant." I answered quickly. I hated the cigarette smoke that came with a bar's atmosphere, and a place with a name like The Munch She was bound to have lax smoking views.
She nodded, and a girl showed us to our seats. It was a bit on the outskirts, but I appreciated this, for it afforded a good view of the rest of the place, including a glimpse of the smoking section.
"Drink orders?"
I raised an eyebrow at that. "Is that what she told you? Let me assure you that nothing was forced upon her... I didn't have time to educate her about the ways of the Sidhe. Maybe later but for now, we had things to do.
She looked disappointed. Maybe she'd hoped for a demonstration to prove something or other to herself. Too bad.
"Look," I began, as we walked into the dimly-lit pizza parlor, my wooden platforms clicking algorithmically against the floor, tonight is about the mission. I've no time to be your therapist. If you're looking for some kind of justification for your dam's behavior, then you'll have to wait."
I smiled as we came to the hostess' platform, appraising her with a glance or two. Not bad, this one, She was a bit on the skinny side, but far from the wraith look that was popular in this day and age.
"Hi, dudes and welcome to the Munch. Bar or restaurant seating?"
"Restaurant." I answered quickly. I hated the cigarette smoke that came with a bar's atmosphere, and a place with a name like The Munch She was bound to have lax smoking views.
She nodded, and a girl showed us to our seats. It was a bit on the outskirts, but I appreciated this, for it afforded a good view of the rest of the place, including a glimpse of the smoking section.
"Drink orders?"
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