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[trickster_caleb]

Caleb was standing in the door to the small kitchen, looking over everything. A table for two was set out in the room. There were a salad and garlic-bread set out, pasta was boiling away merrily on the stove and the sauce was almost done

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[daughter_dark]

Belial tapped on the door to Caleb's apartment. At hoped she had the right place. "Caleb?" She wore a black, low cut blouse with a knee-legnth skirt to match. She had knee-legnth leather black boots on. She figited with her favorite black hat while she waited.

[trickster_caleb]

Smiling, Caleb opened the door, sauce-stained wooden spoon in hand. He was dressed in black slacks and button-down shirt.
"Hello, Bel. I'm glad you could make it. Come on in."

[daughter_dark]

Belial smiled back. "Hello Caleb. I am glad to be here. Thank you." She walked inside and glanced around the room. "This is a nice place you have. And whatever you are cooking smells absolutely wonderous."

[trickster_caleb]

"Thank you." he smiled. "Oh, don't say too much before you've tried it. I have to admit not being completely sure about what I'm doing.

Please, have a seat. Do you want some wine?"