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( from here )

[ Y'tajha frowns at the slip in his message, and the correction that quickly follows. Well, if that wasn't entirely too telling... ]

G'raha, why are you hiding in there?

[ Why is he hiding from her? She of course has no idea that he is wine drunk on the floor, but she has some idea that he's in a state that he doesn't necessarily want her to see. And considering the number of predicaments they've seen one another through already, that in and of itself is odd. ]

Please let me in.

[ Unconscionable or not, he is her friend, godsdamnit. ]

[ continued. ]

A simple enough request. I will see you soon, my good sir.

[ By the time Y'tajha arrives, dressed in a casual sweater against the cold chill of Dragonspine, it's with the ingredients needed for a proper alpine breakfast— strange fare perhaps for the time of day, but any semblance of a properly-timed meal went out the window at the mere thought of Daniffen's Joy-spiked hot chocolate. And besides, who doesn't love the idea of breakfast for lunch— or dinner— or any time, really?

As always, she knows where to find Haurchefant without asking, seeing herself to the intercessory after delivering the ingredients to the on-duty chef. She announces herself with a knock and a call of greeting— although admittedly she wonders if by now he recognizes the rhythm and weight of her knuckles on the wood as she would his— before pushing open the door and slipping inside.

And she smiles at him, cheeks rosy from the cold air, expression bright and warm. ]

In my haste, [ she admits, ] I did not keep track of time as accurately as perhaps I should have, in the name of my experimentation. But I dare say that the result is clear nonetheless: traveling on chocoboback from the Shroud makes for a faster journey than I had expected, but a slower journey than I would have liked.

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( continued. )

[ Does it clear things up?

No. No it does not. Y'tajha finds herself squinting at the reply as if the meaning will jump like magick from between the words, but it does not. ]

What if it were something relatively unimportant? Say, an Allagan tin piece or two?

( continued. )

[ A pause. Quite a decent one, if Viktor is counting the minutes. ]

...You have macarons?

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( continued. )

Yes, but surely you realize I have a reputation to uphold...

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