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[takerofthings]

They didn't know what had happened to him, but just because he'd disappeared overnight from his restaurant in London didn't mean Dafydd didn't keep track of his friends by checking in occasionally. The Deck made it easier. It had been a few weeks ago when he'd learned his former pâtissier -- brilliant, temperamental, and aggressively Italian -- had

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[cipherspeak]

Maybe he shouldn't care, really. He and Dafydd had never quite made it to friends, especially after Dafydd had stepped away from the intelligence gathering. It had hurt, Elisha acknowledged, and he'd taken it more personally than he should have.

If he was going to be King, he was going to have to learn to take setbacks better in stride.

So maybe that was why he stepped into the kitchens so late.

"So, Firenze."

[takerofthings]

He hasn't been a spy now for several months, but at least he hasn't slipped into enough of a reverie to be startled.

Okay, not very startled. More startled that it's Elisha. "Firenze," he agrees with a half-smile. "Not exactly what I'd expected to have happen."

[cipherspeak]

Don't feel bad, Dafydd. He spent six years practicing by sneaking past Spade guards for fun.

"I suppose not." A pause. "You won't run into trouble, going back."

[takerofthings]

Dafydd spins the pen in his fingers and sets it down, then shakes his head. "Trouble's in London. Likely blown over by now, knowing them, but...nah. Trouble won't follow me to Florence. Not enough trouble."

[headfollowheart]

A Spade loose in Club Castle, Dafydd, at this hour of the night. What do you do?

"I hear you're...going?" Zoe says as she leans in the doorway. It was a surprise to hear; Dafydd had seemed relatively happy here, and there was Tegan, after all.

She'd brought goodbye coffeecake anyway.

[takerofthings]

Make tea, likely, especially in light of a gift of cake.

Dafydd glances up from not reading the list and smiles. "Yeah, seems I am," he says, setting his pen down and automatically starting for the stove. "It's happened quick. Like a cup of tea? Have you time?"

[headfollowheart]

"I have a few minutes." Victor had raised a brow - of course - but it hadn't been a late night trip to Arcana, so really. "I suppose life does tend to do that, happen quick. Italy, I heard?"

Before she'd talked to Katya, she hadn't really thought about how many details she heard about things. But it's actually a lot.

[takerofthings]

Good, this is easier with something to do, like put together cups of tea. "Yeah, Florence," he says as he takes down two cups and begin searching through the teas.

"Turns out my chef's gone and made something of himself and I was ordered to come with. What've you brought? Looks amazing."

[ladyoftheclubs]

A gentle knock announces her presence, but Argine doesn't come in further than the threshold.

"I hear you are leaving us for good."

[takerofthings]

Dafydd straightens, shoulders back and proper as he always is when his Queen appears.

"I'm afraid so, Milady. It's been an eventful few weeks."

[ladyoftheclubs]

For a long while she said nothing at all.

Then, very faintly: "We will miss you."

[brightbutler]

Bro. Bro, don't even.

Isaac's taking precious time away from his honeymoon to be here and cry on the inside while raising an eyebrow on the outside, so he hopes Dafydd appreciates it. It makes it easier for less of the 'crying on the inside' to show when he's almost a little bit jealous. But of course, Isaac couldn't be happier, after the glowing ceremony and his marriage to the love of his life. Nevertheless, it's sad to part with someone he'd shared a lovelorn wail or two with.

"You'll send reciples, I hope." Of course he arrives silently from behind and doesn't greet or announce his presence. It's rather his style.

[takerofthings]

And while Elisha had come silently, Isaac comes up behind him and yes, it does make Dafydd start enough that the pen hits the floor.

The forbidding stare he gets when he turns around doesn't lessen the sense of foreboding, but he half-smiles and nods. "'Course I will. Only the best."

[graceandwit]

"You'll call, right?" This is an order couched as a question. She knows it's ridiculous, that, if anything, he'll be safer out there than he could ever be here but she worries.