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[charmprince]

--said it was simple. It's been really easy so far! I can't believe I ever worried about cooking.

[There's something on the stove, heat radiating off of it as Asellus feeds a little more coal into the iron belly and chatters merrily away to whoever it is she thinks she's talking to, a spoon in one hand and an oven mitt in the other. She almost

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[thenobledie]

An unfortunate waste of brandy.

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[thenobledie]

They do last longer, though.

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[charmprince]

Ah, flowers... last pretty well, around me. [At least, back home. Here, who knew? She'd been taking care of a patch of daisies in a planter in front of her place, but daisies weren't particularly temperamental to begin with.]

Anyway, if you want the brandy, I'll be home all night. Scrubbing the walls, you know.

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[thenobledie]

[shirley only motions her hand as a brief goodbye; it's not really a wave or even dismissive, just some vague gesture of understanding. because one moment, the forge terminates the connection, and the next moment, shirley is standing before asellus in her own apartment.]

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[charmprince]

[There are a few things Asellus was expecting, but the sudden teleportation? Not really one of them. She yelps in surprise, though to her credit not too loudly, and sits down heavily on a stepstool.]

...Really wanted that brandy, huh? [It's said a little woozily. She hasn't had the chance to make a full measure of Shirley, yet-- she's still dealing with her sudden company.]

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[thenobledie]

[(yeah, sorry about that bright light, too. except...shirley wouldn't even think to apologize for it.) she lets out a breath of amusement, as she steps away from asellus to lazily examine her surroundings. she clasps her hands before her, and if it looks haughty, she doesn't actually mean it to be.]

I haven't much to enjoy in this city.

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[charmprince]

[Except for surprising unsuspecting girls in their apartment-- well, maybe a little less creepery than that. But even so.]

I guess not. Brandy's in the kitchen. Careful, the floor's wet. [The pan's contents had spilled when she was working to put them out. She took a moment as she turned to gesture to assess the redhead. There's something that screams 'abnormal' to Asellus, though maybe it was just the way Shirley had of carrying herself-- proud, like a Mystic.]

Also you might not want to breathe too deep.

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[thenobledie]

[...tbh, shirley finds it a little funny. because she is a creep.]

Ah, thank you.

[and she is stepping, carefully but gracefully.]

I assume the smell has not passed, then?