[For Arcana and Sophie but OTA] Formal Invitations

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The Queen of Spades had handed her a midnight blue envelope with silver lettering the day before, before all the excitement of the revue, and suggested that it might be a wise decision to go over to the embassy and invite the Arcana - formally - to their ball. It had also, she pointed out, been some time since Zoe had called upon their friends -

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They'd decided to meet up on the green since it's equidistant from everything and they both wanted a peek at the carnival. She spots Zoe at last and waves across the morning crowd before hurrying over to her friend.

"Sorry I'm late! Miss Henshaw's on a writing spree again and we had to have a discussion." Meaning Sophie had to remind her assistant not to write on library time, warn her that her inspiration sources might one day shiv her and then calm down the tears and live through the pouting. As usual, Cornelia Henshaw will do what she wants.

"I brought the books and movies I promised awhile back. Goodness! Have you ever seen so much junk food in one place?"

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"What do you think cotton candy is actually made of?" Because honestly, it looks out of this world, and she is clearly going to have to try it. "And I saw Karin over there deep frying Snickers bars. I can't come too often if I want to fit into my dress on Friday."

She smiles at Sophie then, though. "Oh god, really, Miss Henshaw? What's she doing this time?"

This is the first time Zoe's gone to the embassy without baked goods. She just hasn't had the time to try out something this week, though lemon-ginger scones might happen once the festival's over.

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"...it can't actually be cotton, can it? That would be...gross thoroughly unappetizing and--" She turns as red as the cherry sno cones being hawked by one of the vendors. "--something idiotic about a dashing French pirate and the belle of the Antibes." She rolls her eyes and rushes through the sentence. It's quite possible Miss Henshaw caught Adrien escorting her home, triumphantly carrying her lingerie purchases. There may have been kissing involved.

All things, considered, he's a horrible influence.

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"I think it must be sugar that they spin somehow." She could, she supposes, just ask how it's done. While she's buying one of the blue ones, because clearly that's going to happen.

Zoe's brows go up. "Well, at least you were a belle?" She offers. "Could be worse, you could have been a mystic witch. Iggy and I are on a paranormal kick this week. Did you know there's a series of werewolf romances with heroes named Kattalakis? If they weren't from Outside, I'd suspect Henshaw."