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There were not many occasions for a blindfold, but since Greta never got much use out of the silky, purple one she owned, she decided to incorporate it into tonight’s festivities. “You can take it off now,” her tone slinky as she whispered into Asher’s ear, standing behind him with her chin perched upon his shoulder. They stood outside the shop and you could hear something jingling inside the key keeper’s pocket. As usual.

“I thought I’d made a mistake when I saw your name on the roster this year.” They’d both be on rounds tonight, according to the schedule.

Nola was busy writing out notes on some blank sheet music when she heard someone enter. She raised her head, delighted by the sight of Asher. “Hello, you,” She chirped happily, dropping her quill momentarily. “Tuesday blues hitting you as badly as me? I’m burning myself out writing a song for Rosalind and Gilbert’s wedding.”