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Hot Dish (Semi-Open)

"Hi," she greets him the second he opens the door, pretty much brushing past him to let herself in. "No, this isn't a wellness check," well, it was. In one way or another, she wanted to see him for more reasons than just to ensure he was okay. "I brought wine," she announces, the bottle in hand.

“No, what? Already?” she questions, and instead of features falling, the hint of a pout settles on her lips. It’s not that late is it? While in a city like Covaire filled to the brim with the supernatural bars would even impliment such a thing like last round was beyond her. Granted they already had stretched the last round for quite some time, perhaps deliberately so or perhaps it’s just a coincidence that neither of them had emptied their glasses. She enjoyed his company, which is perhaps why she is so surprised that a good couple hours had passed since they had struck up a conversation.