There's a gentle knock on the door and assuming that Illumination hears any movement inside, they speak: "There's some sort of party happening downstairs. In case you want to avoid the mostly to partly nude and intoxicated crowd, there's a plate here. Far as I can tell, the food here is safe."
The door opened a moment later, and Ianthe leaned against the frame. She was surprised to see Illumination (or anyone really) seeking her out. Kindness was overrated, but she appreciated what they were doing.
"Yeah, I'm sure I'm supposed to make an appearance for my Lord, but too bad. He can order me if he really wants me there," she replied. "I appreciate the assist in avoiding bad pickup lines or unwanted questions. You didn't have to."
"No, I didn't, but the kindness doesn't harm me or you." Illumination shrugs. They're already dressed for the occasion in a sort of blue sarong-like skirt and a light woolen shawl thrown over one shoulder. It is not a toga, but they have some standards. (Some.)
"I don't know that I'm much for mingling without sneering - old habits die hard - but I'll make a modicum of effort. Be well, Ianthe, and if you can't do that yet, be kind to yourself."
Knock, knock.
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"Yeah, I'm sure I'm supposed to make an appearance for my Lord, but too bad. He can order me if he really wants me there," she replied. "I appreciate the assist in avoiding bad pickup lines or unwanted questions. You didn't have to."
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"I don't know that I'm much for mingling without sneering - old habits die hard - but I'll make a modicum of effort. Be well, Ianthe, and if you can't do that yet, be kind to yourself."
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