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Dec 14, 2008 04:34

Sent to Regina Darkface via a teeny-tiny scops owl:

Regina,

Bringing the twins to London for some coffee tomorrow. Their father's out of town for two weeks and you have no idea, absolutely no idea, how tired I am. Not to mention bored as all he--um, yes. I must mind my language, I have children now.

Meet me?

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trickylight December 14 2008, 01:43:08 UTC
Cassandra,

I would, of course, love to meet you. Although I can't make any promises about the babytalk. I'll inform the boything.
-R.A.B.

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frosted_eyelash December 14 2008, 07:57:10 UTC
Cassie picked a table a little removed from the hustle and bustle of the coffee house. This way they could talk without fear of eavesdroppers, there was little chance of Regulus being seen and recognized and she could breastfeed the twins if need be.

Although she certainly hoped there would be no need, especially since she was meeting two very inexperienced lads when it came to baby matters.

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trickylight December 14 2008, 08:05:07 UTC
Regulus arrived short afterward, dressed uncharacteristically casually in one of Stewart's teeshirts. Stewart was still rather unused to Cassie knowing about his relationship with Regulus and had asked him several times that morning if he was sure she was alright with it all. Regulus had assured him each time that she was, that there was nothing to worry about, and Stewart eventually had given in to the idea.

After all, Regulus knew he couldn't resist the cocoa they sold here.

As he entered the shop the noise of one of the twins drew his attention and he picked Cassie out of the crowd immediately and came over to join her.

"Wow. You look like a real mother." He shook his head. "I mean, of course you are. But it's very striking."

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frosted_eyelash December 14 2008, 08:40:42 UTC
She waved as they drew closer and grinned at his comment. "Oh no, I'm just really very good at pretending."

She gestured to the open seats and pointed downwards, a clear indication of 'Sit!' Or face my unadulterated wrath.

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