Poking into things

[mancalledspade]

Sam Spade is not only around, he's probably noticeably around, much more so than is normal. Spade had long ago learned that meddling in mysteries in the Mansion was as effective as slamming his head against a wall. Repeatedly. Still, Anita'd asked him to look into it, and maybe five millionth time would be a charm

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[ofthewildwolves]

Firekeeper can be helpful! And is in the kitchen, crosslegged on the floor, plucking a bird and looking a bit of a mess. She probably caught it herself.

She's quite relaxed, though, in a good mood.

[mancalledspade]

Spade, though he's not met her that the typist can recall would have had a description off Anita, as Firekeeper is definitely someone he wants to talk to. He smiles, lopsidedly, at the mess of the plucked bird. "Making a go of it, I see."

[ofthewildwolves]

She looks up and grins, brightly. "It was a little slow," modestly.

[mancalledspade]

"The bird?" He smirks a bit. "Well, serves the thing right, I guess."

[ofthewildwolves]

She grins back, more broadly. "It was not a hard catch, I meant."

[mancalledspade]

He chuckles. "Ah. Well, good for you, then. My contribution to the food is boiling water and setting the table now and then, so my hat's off to you." Or would be, if he wore his hat in the house.

[ofthewildwolves]

She laughs and straightens. "I could not set a table," she concedes, "So I suppose both are necessary. Was there something you were looking for in here?"

[mancalledspade]

"Actually, might have been you." He tilts his head. "Are you Firekeeper, by any chance?"

[ofthewildwolves]

She tilts her head. "That is my name."

[mancalledspade]

"I'm a friend of Anita Blake's. Sam Spade."

[ofthewildwolves]

"Oh!" She lights up, a little. "Sam, yes. I have heard about you."

[mancalledspade]

He smiles a little. "All horrible lies, I'm sure."

[ofthewildwolves]

"Terrible things," she agrees amiably. "Is Anita all right?"

[mancalledspade]

"Depends on how you mean. She's not hurt. Worried, though."

[ofthewildwolves]

She frowns, and sighs, heavily. "When is she not worried?"

[mancalledspade]

He chuckles. "Touche. But this time, she thinks her memory's been tampered with."