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The morning had arrived, and, true to her word, Cassandra had stepped back and let Vex and her brother (and, in truth, a good deal of the rest of Vox Machina) oversee the last-minute preparations. Which is what caught her nursing a cup of tea -- thankfully cooled and iced, as Marquet was quite a bit warmer than she was used to -- when Gilmore stepped onto the terrace where she was sitting.

He was a sight, always with a smile on his face and with a bound in his step. They wouldn't be where they were without Gilmore, and Pike knew it. She beamed, thankful that she had caught him at the shop on this day. "Hi, Gilmore!"

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   yasha  doesn’t  respond  for  a  long ,  quiet  moment .  her  hands  remain  around  the  mug  in  front  of  her ,  she  doesn’t  run ,  just  sits  and  tries  to  wrap  her  mind  around  shaun’s  hypotheticals .  breathe  in .  breathe  out .  because  zuala  would  have  been  alive  if  not  for  her .  (  of  course  yasha  blames  herself .  of  course .  )

' it's a shame, really. '  The rogue smiled and kept his distance as he wandered about the store. There were so many small baubles and trinkets hidden around the store, some that piqued his interest and that he wanted to take back for his sister.  Shaun Gilmore had more than enough for everyone in Emon, and maybe even for Westruun as well.  

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“May you always be...satisfied.”

She almost regrets the words as they escape her lips. Regrets that she successfully makes eye contact with Alexander as she says it. 

Almost.

She knows--quite clearly--the meaning behind her words. The near-imperceptible way Alexander’s face pales when he hears them tells her he knows too. It’s almost backhanded, isn’t it? Satisfied... May you always be good enough for one another.

But it’s also something else. A warning. Angelica remembers the night she met Alexander almost as though it were yesterday.

“I’m never satisfied,” he says. As a means of flirting, no less. It’s really too bad she’s already read him like a book: cute, smart, super ambitious...but entirely penniless. Not a good match for someone of her status. But maybe Eliza...

It hurts, but at least...at least he’d still be around. Instead, then, she’ll work to protect her sister. To give her all the happiness she deserves.

May you always be satisfied? You’d damn well better be.

She shakes the memory off. Her smile returns. She lifts her glass higher.

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“We pride ourselves on selling the finest magical wares in all of Exandria,”Gilmore replied with a cocked brow, “And our doors are open to everyone.”