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[umbrastaff]

Ooooh no you didn't?! How drunk was he?

[scholiast]

He was pretty drunk. He wanted to spoon.

[umbrastaff]

Awww that's kinda adorable.

[He must have been really drunk and/or emotional, then.]

[scholiast]

Yeah, it was nice.

(He was very cuddly.) He's so happy you're here.

[umbrastaff]

I'm happy he's happy. He's been through a lot of shit and he hasn't even told me everything yet.

[Which was weird since he always told her EVERYTHING, but this was a special case.]

We just need the rest of the crew and it'll be perfect.

[scholiast]

(Oh boy. He's not... gonna tell her everything everything, right?

Lucretia frowns.)

Yeah... yeah, that'd be good, huh.

[umbrastaff]

[That reaction makes her pause for a moment. Lucretia knows, but she doesn't? That was just... wrong. Like, the world isn't right-wrong.

Quick, latch on to something else!]

Yeah, I miss Barry.

[Ah, fuck. Wrong thing.]

[scholiast]

(No, it's perfect, because Lucretia doesn't want to have to go down this path either. She looks notably relieved at the change of subject.)

Yeah, I– it would be good if he was here. I'd like to run a couple things by him.

(Barry's always been good for bouncing ideas off of. They've had hour long conversations about the most inane details.)

[umbrastaff]

[Wrong thing for her, at least, because it meant feelings.]

Yeah, he's good like that. Anything you can run by your fave girl instead?

[scholiast]

(Aw, Lup. Lucretia gives her a tiny, sympathetic smile.)

I mean, yeah– I'd love to walk you through ny current work project. But would you really be able to sit still and listen for that long?

[umbrastaff]

[She sighs but nods.]

...well, yeah. If it's you I'd give it a shot, at least.

[scholiast]

(Always the flatterer.)

I'm only kidding. You don't have to sit through a lecture, Lup, I can do a cliff notes version.

[umbrastaff]

I knew there was a reason I loved you!

[scholiast]

You know it.

Hey, actually- would I be able to ask you some questions for that? It's, um, a personal project about the way various magic users here conduct their craft...

(Something seems to occur to her suddenly, and she nearly knocks her mug over as she reaches for her journal on her bedside table to write something down on a fresh page. It's nearly full.)

[umbrastaff]

Yeah, sure! Lemme pay and I'll come home. We can talk and steal Taako's cookies.

[It felt really nice and normal to see Lucretia write, notes and journals and words all over.]

[scholiast]

Okay.

(She snaps her book shut, and gives Lup a crooked little grin.)

I'm so glad we're living together again, Lup. I can never find Taako's secret stashes.

[umbrastaff]

[She snorts at that and gives Lucretia a grin.]

You just gotta know how he's thinking! I'll be back in a moment, okay?

[Then she shuts the phone off for a while, pays for her clothes and heads back home.

Stepping inside, she drops her bag of clothes on the floor and goes to find her favorite book dragon.]

Hi, nerd!

[scholiast]

I think it's for the best if I never know what Taako's thinking.

(When Lup gets home she's just in time to find Lucretia doodling absentmindedly in her journal, one foot tapping to unheard music: at the sound of her door opening, she looks up, and rolls her eyes in greeting.)

Rude. How was your shopping trip?

[umbrastaff]

[Lup grins and twirls around in her flame-patterned 'this bitch is lit'-t-shirt.]

Pretty damn nice, right? Here, i got some stuff for you as well.

[She hurries back to grab the bag and then heads over to Lucretia again, pulling out the two shirts she showed before, as well as an other one.]

We'll match!

[scholiast]

(She sits up properly, marking her page with her pen and setting her journal aside.

The shirt makes her snort.)

Uh, surely reading should never be lit? But thank you, Lup.

[umbrastaff]

[She casts Minor Illusion and Prestidigitation to make an image of a book made of flames. Just because.]

See? Totally lit.

[She picks up the last piece of clothing in the bag, unfolding it with a bright smile.]

This was fucking expensive but it's perfect.

[scholiast]

Or– maybe lit as in literature? (She's absentmindedly folding the shirt, and when she looks up she does a big, proper smile.)

That's gorgeous, Lup. For anything in particular?

[umbrastaff]

I dunno, 'this girl is literature' makes no sense.

[Lup twirls the dress around with a grin.]

Nah, I saw it and I knew I had to get it. This place is party central, and one day there's gonna be one that's not sweaty dancing and booze-related.

[scholiast]

... I meant my shirt. Because– never mind.

(She can't be bothered.)

Oh, that's quite sensible, actually. Maybe I should get something a little more presentable, too. (She's in her sensible jeans and t-shirt combo as per usual, but hey. She's comfy!)

[umbrastaff]

See, I plan ahead!

[No you don't, Lup.]

I should show you the store I was in, they had some nice dresses there. Without slogans.

[The Taako twins apparently have full reign of her bed, as Lup plops down on it.]

Now I think I'm ready to give you my full attention.