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"Might be wise," Greta says, a bit drily, though not enough to worry Saoirse. At any rate, there's nothing much happening now; the evening hasn't even progressed enough for people to be carousing or anything. It's mostly footage of well-bundled but cheerful people milling about and listening to local bands.

It doesn't escape Greta's notice that Saoirse's chosen a game that'll have them in it for the long haul. Then again, that might be no bad thing: they have time to kill, and there are fewer diversions here than there were at Magnus Bane's party. If she lets herself think about it too much, she knows she might end up fretting over how domestic this is, compared to their last outing. And 'domestic' could easily translate to 'boring,' or even 'presumptuous,' as if they're skipping past all the more traditional stages of courtship and settling right into... well, settling.

Of course, it's impossible to explore some of the more exciting aspects of a new relationship when there's a seven-year-old sitting between them. That doesn't preclude flirting, though, and Greta raises her eyebrows. "I would never," she says loftily. "Honestly, what do you take us for?"

She sustains the mock offense for a beat, then smiles as she helps Saoirse set up the pieces. "It's all rather straightforward, don't worry. And if either of us did take advantage, I'm sure you could devise an appropriate consequence." She keeps her tone carefully neutral, though there's a sly smile lurking in the corners of her eyes.