June Catch All for Dodger

[knowntohisfriends]

[The Artful Dodger can be found anywhere about London during the course of a full month. Anywhere there's a crowd, there's work to be done, and if you know the hat, you'll be able to spot him easily. Or if you want to be spotted... well, he's always paying attention]

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[knowntohisfriends]

"Best this city's ever gonna see," the Dodger said with a grin. "Got the Art, an' you ain't gonna find anyone else wiv it." It's almost as though he's weaving a promise with his words. But he doesn't do that. Of course not.

[falsify]

"We'll see about that." He doesn't sound impressed; he's seen a lot of people make that claim and he's seen a lot of people get sent down or killed trying to prove it too, but he's more than willing to be surprised by this kid.

Either way, their tea is coming and Eames sets his menu aside when he sees the woman coming over with a pair of mugs in her hands.

"Order your food and then we can talk."

[knowntohisfriends]

We'll see about that. If that isn't an insult to the Dodger, then nothing else is. Like he hasn't been at this his whole life, and done better than even Sikes could. Who was the one locked up? Not him, that was for sure.

He relaxes a little when he sees the tea coming, though he doesn't relax completely. He knows better than to do that when there's business to be discussed, even if he's mostly sure this is the side of stuff he prefers working at. He does give his order over to the woman, giving a cheeky but oddly endearing grin at her, and remembering to use the manners Fagin beat into them all. Once she's gone, he looks straight at Eames.

"Ordered."

[falsify]

Eames orders his own food with a smile and a polite thanks, and he leans back in his seat to observe Dodger impassively while he waits for the woman to move out of earshot.

"It's not a complicated job, but you're going to have to get a little... Creative." It's accompanied by an airy gesture and a glance at Dodger's face to watch how he's listening, "I need something out of someone's home, and that's going to be a challenge for you."

[knowntohisfriends]

"You think gettin' something out of someone's home is gonna be a challenge?" What had Fagin been telling this bloke? The Dodger was clearly being played for a fool here.

[falsify]

"It's the mother of witches, you're not going to be able to talk your way through the door on this one." He says flatly, just matter of fact. Even if the kid didn't need an invite to get in the place, he's fairly certain Samantha would have it warded to high hell, any fae would have a tough time with that.

[knowntohisfriends]

"Mother of w... Oh. Her." A scowl crawled on to his face. Her what didn't like Nancy all that much. Those who make an enemy of Nancy, made an enemy of the Dodger (even if he was sure he would be an enemy of Nancy soon enough himself.)

[falsify]

"Yeah," he sees the look on Dodger's face, and he might not know all of what's going on in his head, but at least they're around the same page. The same chapter, perhaps.

"So if you can do it, great, but you need to tell me now if you can't make it work. There's only the one shot."

[knowntohisfriends]

"I can do it!" The Dodger does seem a bit insulted people might think otherwise. "Just gonna take a bit of thinking... Might sub-contract out to some of my people to get the help I'm gonna need."

[falsify]

"Do what you need, just get it done." He doesn't care about whether or not the kid feels insulted, just if he's worth the time and money Eames is putting down. "I'm not paying extra for your team though."

The pay's good anyway, better than what he told Fagin it'd be. But Dodger can wait to find that bit out.

[knowntohisfriends]

"It'll get done."

Yeah, he's still feeling insulted and it makes him a bit on the grumpy side. Honestly, thinking he couldn't rob a place. Was this bloke told anything?