[locked to de Carabas and the Old Firm]

[vicioussweetie]

About a half-hour before dawn, Alison paced through the Nexus, looking for a quiet spot where she could curl up and work. She settled on a corner that seemed to be stolen from an old English manor house's library, claiming the leather-clad sofa for herself. It was just long enough for her to stretch out comfortably, which she did after a brief

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[cat_and_mice]

The marquis approached quietly, his footsteps making little to no sound as he walked over to the couch and grinned down. "Hello, Alison. I hope I'm not waking you."

[vicioussweetie]

"Not at all." She opens her eyes, smiling up at him. "I was just thinking. How are you?"

[cat_and_mice]

"Fine, and you?" He looks around at the things she brought, curious. "Are you ready?"

[vicioussweetie]

"I'm quite well." Sitting up, she moves to one end of the sofa so he can join her if he'd like. "And nearly so. But first..." She claims a small bakery-box from her things and offers it to him. "In case you get hungry. You may want to sit down."