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[The camera is fixed on a table, upon which sits a neat stack of cards –– black with gold foil in the shape of a sun and moon bisecting each other. The user’s hands pass over the deck and spreads it wide into an arc. Her hands are tanned, with two rings on her ring finger and one on her index finger, and she has so many colourful braided bracelets that some wind around her palm.

Her voice is pleasant, playful, French, a little theatrical:]

Bonsoir, mes amies!

Tonight and tonight only, I will tell your fortune with a single card. Tell me your name, and if you would like to hear about love, money, health or the soul.

If it moves you, you must repay me with an amusing anecdote about yourself.

Ready to play?

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[With a pretend sort of seriousness:]

Careful, now. If you dwell on that forever, you won’t see my next trick coming.

[She laughs under her breath and drinks, and it’s so much better than the Fireball. Sweet without being cloying. Nothing like any other drink she’s had, but that’s the fun of it, the novelty.]

Oh, you had the better pick.

[ He lifts his glass with a nod to her comment, then takes a sip himself, and yes — it is nice. A little tart, a little sweet. Juicy, with a fresh edge to it he thinks might be mint. ]

Oh, just knowing one's on its way is enough for me. Between you and Maelle, I don't expect to ever have a moment's peace.

[She smiles fondly, thinking of Maelle’s glee at pulling little tricks. Poor Gustave, subject to her childish practice, deciding what’s funny and what’s too far.]

I’ll make sure I’m not too bad of an influence. [A considering pause, a little tilt back and forth of her head.] You know, it’s a good thing you’re used to living in a household full of women. If Lune decides to join us, you’ll be hopelessly outnumbered.

I'm looking forward to it.

[ He doubts Sciel and Lune will stay with him and Maelle in that apartment forever, but... it's nice, right now. Having everyone here he cares about so close, with a room open and waiting for Lune if — when — she arrives. ]

But I might be able to win Maelle or Lune over to my side, and then the tables may turn.

[ Another sip; he's feeling pleasantly warm. ]

If one of your pranks ruins something she's working on, Lune would be more than happy to help me retaliate.

[She chuckles, feeling a little challenged.]

Now, now, I would never deliberately harm anyone’s work. [Making the workspace less peaceful is another thing.] I think Lune might side with you just because she likes silliness most when it comes from a Gestral!

Maelle, on the other hand, has been teasing you for as long as I’ve known her. I wonder how you’ll change her ways!

Who do you think was Maelle's first partner in crime, hmm?

[ The two of them wreaked no end of havoc for Emma, but she'd loved it... even if she made them clean up any mess afterwards?

This drink is good; he's taking larger sips this time around. His smile is a little wistful, but the real grief that's been shadowing it since he arrived, since Sciel appeared and told him stories about the world past those cliffs for once isn't shadowing it. ]

She must have loved seeing the Grandis. Lune, I mean.

Mm, that’s right. She had to get it from somewhere, which I suppose makes you the original bad influence.

[She likes seeing that smile on him. It feels a little more hard won these days, and she lets herself drift into the thought of those happier moments, as if she could funnel them right to him.]

She did. She also really loved going to each and every one and asking them questions. Which they actually answer, unlike the Gestrals! I think we could have left her there while we went up to the carousel, and she would have happily listened to them recount all 96 hours of some famous debate.

Of course she did.

[ Warm and fond as his fingers curl around his glass, where his drink is already a little alarmingly low. It's buzzing through his veins, lightening his head for what feels like the first time since Lumière. ]

No one ever has more questions than Lune. It used to drive me crazy, back in the workshops, but it always ended up helping.

[ A thought which leads his bourbon-soaked mind back a few conversational bends, to something else Sciel had said about Lune. ]

You know, Sophie said the same thing. About me and Lune.

Sometimes you need someone to give you a good push!

[It’s good to see him relax, if only in this context, loosened up by alcohol. While she’s not nearly as swept along yet, it’s easy to meet him where he is anyway, where things are fine. Casual.

Open, even. She loves to hear Sophie’s name out of his mouth, and so the news delights her in more way than one.]

Well, if Sophie said it, it must be true. No one knows anyone better than an ex does. What did you tell her?

[ He lifts a hand from around his drink, waves her curiosity off. ]

What could I say to that? It was the day of the Gommage.

[ So like Sophie to try and find happiness for him, even on her very last day. His heart aches, but it's an old, familiar grief. ]

I didn't say anything at all. Thankfully, she dropped it right away.

[Sciel finds herself chuckling.]

Of all days! That's so dark. [Sciel loves her a little more for it.] Well. Next drink's to her, then. I know she already got one but she can have another.

Of course she picked that day. She always did have a dark sense of humor.

[ And he seriously doubts she really meant for him to hook up with Lune; she just wanted to inject a little levity into a terrible day. ]

Yeah. Next one to Soph.

[ And one to Pierre after that, maybe... Tristan, Lucien, Catherine, Margot, all the rest. By the end of the night they'll have had enough to toast to the whole Expedition, probably, and maybe it'll feel almost normal again, finding themselves tucked into a corner of a booth somewhere, laughing and curled into each other.

He lifts his drink, tips it, gives it an exaggeratedly considering glance. ]

Which means we'd better finish these up, so we can get to the next one.

[She reaches over to him, hand roving from shoulder blade and down his back, a little smile on her face. Sophie knew he would make no effort to make it so even if he did take it seriously, of course, but she did want him to be happy. If that meant being with someone else, so be it. She'd come to that conclusion years earlier. Why not make her blessing clear?]

Mm, yes. It'll be a challenge to top this one, but they can't all be the best.

[Back to the menu she goes!]

[ The touch is nice, grounding, and he leans back against it with a smile before leaning over to the side, peering obnoxiously over her shoulder at the menu as if he might be able to try and discern what she'll pick next. ]

What's "tequila," do you think?

[She chuckles, taking the opportunity to learn the side of her head against his temple.]

I’ve tried tequila, actually, and I want to see what you think of it! So let’s do that one.

[ He lifts his current drink and nods in agreement, enjoying the pleasant warmth already seeping through his limbs. ]

Tequila it is.

[ What could go wrong? Even if they wind up messily drunk and stumbling back home, barely holding each other up, it'll be worth it. He's almost forgotten that tarot card existed at all. ]

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