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A blink. "You don't want to find out more?"

"You look tense. You came here to relax... am I curious? Of course. But ah, not my priority if you're wanting out of this" He says

That said, she can almost feel glamour nearby, not from a balefire, but dreams of food castles and pastry palaces

She moistens her lips, partially from tension, and partially from eagerness at the tang of glamour. "I came here because I got a prize. Did you really think I was going to be relaxing one way or the other?" She smiles.

She moves over to the table to take a look at the list of events.

Oh my, in addition to being able to schedule massages, spas, seaweed wrap treatments at her leisure, there's also options for classes with great cooks at specific times, performances of music in certain rooms at certain times, a world class restaurant or two... tours of crete, and much much more

She frowns. "There's nothing here about an auction. I mean, I guess I'd be surprised if it were just there." She tilts her head and kenns the paper to see if maybe it's hiding something.

She kenns, and finds a frail chimerical inking... 'All Queries about the Auction are to be adressed to Mister Kazantzakis"

"Oh! Oh, Olgar, look..." She shows him the chimeric writing.

"Kazantzakwhat? Okay. The PHrase 'it's all greek to me' makes more sense now that I'm here"

"I wonder if it's an actual name." She quickly puts the word into her phone to see if it's translatable.

Turns out a Nikos Kazantzakis was a famous writer from Crete, who wrote Zorba the Greek among other things

can't be the same guy

"Oh! Well, a famous author has the same name, but not sure if it's the same person. Maybe kin."

"Unless he's kithain himself...?"

"Huh." olgar ponders "Can't be, everyone knows all the big wigs got turned into children of Lilith. They got like 3 Rasputins" A joke

She paces a bit. "My first hunch is that it's...." Then she stops and looks around the room, kenning to determine if anybody might be there with them, chimerically concealed.

If they are, she does not sense them

She starts again more quietly. "My first hunch is that it's a dreamer auction. What do you think?"

"Sounds like Leanhuan shit if that's the case" A scowl

"And if that's the case, then we're definitely getting involved."

"Yup. Guess this could be a working vacation after all" Olgar mmmphs "We still need to do some 'fun things' or folks will get suspicious"

"Then...let's take a look around, maybe drop in on one of these music performances." He might notice that she's avoiding talking about the cooking opportunities.

He does, "YOu don't want to rub elbows with a world famous chef?"

"Well...I mean, yes. But I don't think you're particularly interested in that."

"I don't want to just abandon you."

"Abandon me? Oh heck no... if you going to do something that brings you joy and interests you is abandonment, then that makes me a grade A asshole for the times you waited patiently for me while I was scraping shoes on the silver... no babe, this can't be you abandoning me, other wise I am in deep shit. Sides, whatever you experience, you'll end up sharing with me later, talking, sharing the good vibes, or grousing about the bad. We're married, we're oathed, so by Dreaming law I get half of your delights.. only it doesn't divide so much as shared. " Olgar takes her hands "What kind of asshole would a kithain have to be to deny someone else a chance to chase her dreams? what kind of SUPER Asshole would I have to be to deny my wife that? "

Then to sum it up "It's not abandoning for me to be the one waiting, just this once" A wink

She squeezes his hands. "You keep reminding me how glad I am that I chose you." And he gets the additional reward of a kiss.

He returns the kiss, long and lingering, then they part "Occasionally i AM hot shit, aren't I?'

"Don't push it," she says, giving him a little hip bump. "Then okay...let's tour the place, see what's around, I'll sign up for some of those sessions with the chefs, and we'll keep our ears open about Mr. Kazantzakis."

A smile at the hip bump, and a nod "You got a chimerical weapon on you? Or would you like my spare knife?"

"I don't, so yes, that's probably a wise idea. I should have thought of that, but I'm usually surrounded by kitchen knives."

"THis isn't so good for kitchen work" He pulls out a Bowie knife, troll sized and offers it to her

She takes it and moves to get a feel for it. "Like daughter like mother, I guess." She tucks the sheathed knife into her belt.

"Oh it's not as good as Sylvi's but it will get the job done"

"It won't keel, but it'll hurt enough." She nods.

A nod

"Now, it's purely chimerical so... don't stab mortal threats if they're not enchanted blah blah blah you know how this works"

"Yes, dear," she says with loving patience.

"Heh" A nod "Okay, anythin g you want me to nose around on while you're up to your stuff?"

"Well...I think it would be a good idea to know what Houses have an established presence here at the hotel. Are we under any particular noble's purview, that sort of thing. Oh, and make a reservation for dinner!"

"Greek food?" He asks straight faced

"You think they do that here?" she responds, equally straight faced.

"Odds are good" A nod

"Then Greek it is." She gives him a smile. "Okay, let's see what we've got." She takes his hand, and out the door they go.