NOVEMBER CATCH-UP

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[All those threads we meant to do during November and then never started. PM or PP FiremanSam if you want something backdated for this month.]

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Sometime after Harris is dead. But not too long.

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Eames deserved a medal or something. But, Evie didn't have one to give him. So instead, she offers the fae the next best thing: a damn good meal. She still has a palate for the ever-changing human food that surrounds her, and likes to take advantage of it when she can. So she makes a reservation for two for dinner at Atelier Robuchon in London, and decides it's a done deal.

When the date comes, she makes sure to meet Eames at the restaurant, already sitting in a private corner. She works on a cocktail in a martini glass as she watches him approach. When he does, she rises.

"Glad you could make it," she says, extending a hand to shake his. "I wanted to personally extend my thanks and my gratitude for your actions, as of late."

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Eames greets Evie with an easy smile and a firm handshake; he's had a week to recover (and reunite with his dog,) so Eames is feeling very much like himself again. Himself being a man who always appreciates good food, especially when he's not paying for it.

(Granted, French is his least favourite of the Good Foods. But Evie wasn't to know, and 'least favourite' is far from the same as 'disliked'.)

"Maybe I should join more coups, if it gets me meals like this," he says with a wry smile and a quirk of his eyebrow as he takes his seat.

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It's free food.

"It doesn't always, I hate to break it to you," she says. She'd been involved in a few.

Evie eases into her seat, gazing at Eames across the table. "I'm sorry, for the way it went down." Having to have been fed off of by two vampires instead of none. At least both had been sober, though. And Jean-Claude was ancient, so at least he had the necessary control.

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Eames shakes his head, a touch dismissive, but also as a slight ‘I’m over it’ gesture. He was livid at the time, but he understood and he’s had his time to recover. Seeing as Jean-Claude doesn’t suddenly seem to have a taste for his blood, he’ll let it slide.

“Complications happen,” Eames says with a shrug, not pleased but not overly fussed about it either, “would’ve been nice not to get bitten twice, but you can’t have everything.”

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"At least you have a story for the ages. Though I'm sure this isn't the first coup you've been involved in." It wasn't her first time, either.

"Aside from that, how have you been?"

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"As good as can be, all things considered." There's a wry smile tugging at his lips with the answer, curling his fingers around the stem of a glass as he takes a look around the restaurant, eyes coming back to Evie with a non-committal shrug in his expression. "How about you? How are things with the new Duke?"

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"They're wonderful," Evie has to admit. "Jean-Claude's doing well with the nest, and I think we're back on to the right track." She doesn't really want to talk politics, however.

"It's nice to have a bit of down-time this month."