‡2nd Treasure‡

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[This time Chloe's set up in her room instead of the chilly rooftop perch where she'd made her initial broadcast. One, it's cozier, and two-- well, two is that she's still busy enjoying the little collection of trinkets and coins that've been acquired over both the course of her stay in the city and their brief expedition into the past. (The most important of the bunch being Henry's Morgan dollars, currently being rolled over her fingertips as she addresses the net.)]

Well that was a wild ride, wasn't it? Here's hoping we get sent out on destination holidays a little more often. Shame about the mess here, though. Seems like everyone's had a hard time of things this week.

Just goes to show how much we all ought to be watching one another's backs, no matter what kind of a disaster it might be out there.

Speaking of which...[Chloe sets her coin collection down for a moment to hold up a slightly defunct looking digital tablet. Poor thing's seen much, much better days.] Anyone out there know a thing or two about computers? I'm trying to save this one from the scrap heap, but it's been giving me one hell of a time.

I also figured it was about time I put out the call again. If you need something found-- doesn't matter what-- my crew and I are willing to get it for you. Our rates are fair, and trust me, with as lovely a place as this is, you might as well have someone out managing the more tedious tasks for you.

And Koltira, you still owe me. Fifty for the last job, fifty as a down payment on this one. Try not to make me regret placing a little faith in you, yeah?

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Yeah, coming--! [With half a mouth of massaman curry, she shakes off most of the evidence still left on her fork, tossing it into the sink and resealing the container. A second or two to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand before opening the door, and she's in the clear.]

Glad you turned up. Come on in, make yourself comfortable.

[As she clicks the door shut behind him, she adds, gently] Almost thought you wouldn't show.

[implying]

For you, my dear, there was never any other option but to show!

[ He lifts his two bottles of beer, but keeps the brown bag bearing the fancier wine at his side. ] Ah, but look, I've come bearing refreshments, so there's good for the both of us in the visit!

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[Chloe snags the bottles, setting them down on a table nearby that's cluttered with a few magazines, a number of 18th century coins, a few maps and a pile of chopsticks. Her foot kicks back one of the closer chairs so he can sit down, and she fetches the containers of food for them both-- his being the spicier of the pair.

Much, much spicier.] Thanks, love. You're a godsend.

I have a feeling it'll do us both a bit of good. You've used chopsticks before, right?

[implying]

[ He takes the extended invitation and settles himself. ]

Chopsticks! Of course, chopsticks... [ A pause, a frown, and he picks them up awkwardly, one in each hand. ] Ah, no, actually.

OH GOD ADORABLE I CAN'T--

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[She snorts out a bit of laughter and passes him a fork instead.] Here. This should do the trick.

asia is hard, okay

[implying]

Ah, yes, thank you.

[ Juuuusttt a little embarrassed, he sets them down to take the fork instead. Way more familiar. ]

I suppose dinner is better off without two tiny harpoons, anyway.

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[To keep things at least a little less embarrassing for him, she settles on a fork for her own meal as well, offering a reassuring grin.]

I'll show you how it all works later. You know, when we're not starving.

[implying]

Well, then— [ He lifts his fork in a mock toast. ] To chopsticks, and to later!

[ Aannndd he digs in. It's... actually pretty impressive! Spicier than he'd have thought human food could be, and almost up to the levels kitrites usually enjoy. He looks up from his carton, grinning around the tines of the fork. ]

That's quite good! Is all Thai food so spicy?

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[She meets his eager smile with one of her own, pausing between forkfuls to fill him in.]

Nah. If it was, I'm not too sure how well the elderly population would get on.

But I did remember you mentioning a fondness for heat, so I did the best I could given the setting.