#bergen_county

"Right, so maybe we can get a chance to plan stuff." She bites on her lip. "I'd like that."

"We find 'em, you hit em." A smile. "Just like old times?"

"...and we should go to Dark Gate and see about jewelry. Or Vali, or whoever. Someone good at cantrips." A bit of a pained look. "Do you think they still have that statue?"

"Probably but I am sure we can avoid it."

"We should totally hit DarkGate. It's a good idea."

"Bert's there, isn't he?"

"Bert? Oh, that nocker who works in glass? I'd worry that his stuff might shatter or something. No offense. Nocker." Shrug.

"Fair. Just, I know him."

"Zane's there, too. He's really good at cantrips."

Symon knows Dagmar very well. Well enough, perhaps, to read trollish expressions that are often very subtle.

Something is ticking in her head.

He notices, and smiles a bit. Glad that she liked the idea. "I have another double tonight, but then I'm free through the weekend. Want to go then?"

A thought of his own. "If you want, we could ask Cairrean. She knows a lot about jewelry. She collects pieces, you know."

"Oh, I don't think Cairrean would enjoy DarkGate - all that smoke and noise?"

A small wince. He doesn't especially enjoy it much, either. "I'll have to move our reservation. She wanted to go to Un Petite Fleur for their tasting menu... but we can do that another time." He nods.

Earnestly. "I really appreciate you helping me."

"Of course." He says. "Now, lemme get that shower, I feel like these clothes are melding into my skin."

Lovecraft sneezes in commentary.

"Whatever, mousebreath." He says back at her.

"Right, sure, of course."

Symon shoos Dagmar out, and heads for the shower. Leaving her to her text conversation, etc.
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