[closed] counterbalance this commotion

[falsify]

Hosting dinner is an astoundingly mundane affair, the kind of thing that only really appeals to Eames when the rest of his life is fucking insane. Which certainly applies right now.

Natasha and Evie are pleasant company, both mysteries in their own ways and both sharp and quick. Both controlled enough for Eames to see past their unfortunate status as vampires, even accommodating it to a degree with the food he's put together. There aren't as many butchers that'll do what he's looking for these days, but he manages to find an Italian one that’ll do him some decent blood sausage and pig’s blood (you're welcome, Nat,) for Sanguinaccio Dolce. There's no blood themed drinks, but there's ample red wine since it takes a lot to get any of the three of them drunk.

His home is always tidy, but he's fancied up the kitchen nook by the window a little. Leather placemats and crystal glasses; he'd contemplated getting a dinner table out but he suspects they'd all prefer a more casual and intimate setting than something so formal.

While he waits for his guests to arrive, Eames is going to enjoy some wine in the garden with his dog.

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[freelife]

Unfortunate status as vampires. Yes, that was certainly something Evie had believed. She's had to prove herself again and again to the rest of the Assassins that even as a vampire she can still provide the same services as before. Meanwhile, she just happens to like Eames. He's smart, has a good dog, and is an excellent conversationalist. And as she'll learn, an excellent cook.

She and Natasha wait until nightfall to head over to Eames', due to Natasha's limitations with sunlight. At least the days are getting shorter and shorter.

Approaching his place, Evie sees him (and Boxer) before long. "Eames, hullo!" She calls cheerily, raising a hand to wave at him and the dog.

[outstandingbalance]

Natasha's limitations are what they are; it's not too late when they come over, Natasha carrying a bottle of wine herself. She's many things, but not a poor guest. She also may have brought a bone for Boxer.

She'll keep an eye open for the dog to give it to him.

"Smells good in here. Hopefully you didn't overdo it for us?"

why didn't anyone tell me it was my tag

[falsify]

Eames opens the door direct to the garden off the street, and Boxer immediately bounds up to Natasha for attention. It's been a little while, which makes her both familiar and exciting, and really it's only good training that keeps him from full-on leaping at her. So everyone take a moment to be glad for that.

"Only if providing a good meal is overdoing it," he says with a smile, holding the gate for them both to come in.