Owner Pose
Cael Becker     Cael is still at the bar. There are still bottles lined up, with their rather esoteric labels, and shot glasses in front of each one - but now the shot glasses are largely empty. Had they been fully when she started? Surely she hasn't drunk a full shot from each? She'd be catatonic!
    She's currently staring a bottle with a greenish-hued liquid inside, talking to it, while her dog naps on one of the velvet couches.
    "Wha' //are// you?" she slurs slightly. "Yer no' absinthe. Tha' one's absinthe. Yer... Yer... Wha' the fuck //are//you?"
Rien D'Arqueness Rien is smiling up at Robbie, tugging him along by the hand as she chuckles, "Come on Robbie, you haven't been here since we 'liberated' it, right? We can explore, there's a training room! And that bar is fully stocked with tarot liquor. I have no idea what any of them are." She coaxes at him, "It's the perfect night, Gabe's with his friends, we get cell service in here so if he calls the door is literally right there."

Leading him in, she draws up short at the sight of Cael, "OH! Hello Cael! Have you met Robbie yet? And why is that -green-?" There's distrust in her eyes as she stares at the bottle in Cael's hand.
Robbie Reyes Since when is there cell service in the astral plane? Robbie doesn't dare challenge her on this, though, and he really doesn't have an excuse *not* to be social tonight. So he allows himself to be dragged along, all the while with that long-suffering look on his face. "I don't really drink much," he implores quietly, spotting Cael at about the same moment Rien does. "She has," he informs the blonde. "A couple times. Remember?"
Cael Becker     "I don' //know//!" Cael replies - sounding as if the liquor has personally afronted her with its obstinately green hue. "Tha's wha' I'm tryin' ta figure out!" she explains, before adding in a mutter, "Bet Jon'd know. He knows stuff." Yes. The Archivist knows stuff.
    Her attention finally turns towards Robbie, studying him for a moment - then offering a nod of greeting. "Yeah. We met. I 'splained to him, remember? 'bout why I wasn' throwin' myself on spikes. You know - Jon was annoyed I didn' let him throw himsel- themself - Selves? Self - onto spikes."
Rien D'Arqueness "Right! Sorry, the things that need to get talked about and the ones that have been talked about have started blurring together." Rien lets out a sigh and rubs at the back of her neck. "And I don't even have the excuse of alcohol.." She looks back to Cael and grins, "You didn't keep him from it, he chose not to to save you the distress."

Glancing back to Robbie, she quirks a small, soft smile, "Besides, it worked out pretty well in the end." Winking at him, she draws him over to the bar and leans in against him, looking up, "I don't drink much at all either, you can get whatever you want. The bar can produce most things. I usually have water." Looking back to Cael, she eyes the bottle, "I say put it back. That's an unnatural shade of green if ever I saw one. Looks... sinister."
Robbie Reyes Robbie allows himself to be drawn toward the bar, albeit somewhat reluctantly. Hands still jammed into the pockets of his leather jacket, expression still vaguely grumpy. He returns Cael's study though, and gives her a little upnod in return when she greets him.

"What, you want me to talk to it?" he murmurs to Rien, with a glance toward the counter. And the lack of anyone working behind it. "Think I'll just go.." He thumbs toward the shelves of bottles. "Grab something myself. Water for you?"
Cael Becker     "It's sorta the same thing, though. Ya know?" Cael replies. She's still staring at the green liquor in her hand. "But' wha'ever. We talked 'bout it. It's... fine." Ish.
    "Tastes kinda... herby? Mmmmm like grass but diff'ren'." She offers it over towards Robbie and Rien - as if they'd want to try it out for themselves. As if Rien hasn't made her opinion perfectly clear.
    "There's beer too," she offers for Robbie helpfully. He seems... a beer sort, somehow.
Rien D'Arqueness "No, it isn't. Your trauma isn't his responsibility. If he -chooses- to make it so, that is -his- decision, not your fault," Rien shakes her head, then leans up and kisses Robbie's cheek with a smile, "Yes please." She looks back to Cael, then shakes her head with a chuckle, "THank you, no. I still don't much see the point to drinking."

She eases onto a stool and glances back to Robbie, "You don't have to talk to it, just... reach. The bar knows. This entire place is highly intuitive. I would consider it intrusive if it weren't so useful."
Robbie Reyes Robbie's dislike of magic is likely becoming well known amongst the JLD. Call it a healthy distrust of something that can actually hurt him, in a way that most -- aside from those associated with Heaven -- simply can't.

But the kiss to his cheek seems to soften his dour mood ever so slightly. Because it's Rien, and he has a pretty blatant soft spot for her.

"So long as it ain't bud light," he tells Cael with a smirk. And Rien's right, of course; no sooner has he thought about how much he could go for a cherry lager, than one appears in his hand. His girlfriend is handed her glass of cold water, with a slice of lemon.
Cael Becker     "I don' think this place has Bud Light - i's got //taste.//" Cael asserts, before turning a puzzled frown back to the green drink. "...and green herby stuff."
    She sets the shot glass of green liquid down, and goes back to sipping on something with a more amber hue instead. "'s alrigh. Jon's jus'..." She frowns at the glass in her hand, reaching for words. "We talked 'bout it." She said that already. Didn't she? "He's upset 'cuz... I mean... 'cuz I'm a mess. 'cuz I'm work. Dyin' didn' help things, I think, but... I dunno. I think we're alrigh'."
Rien D'Arqueness Rien takes the glass with a wink and a smile for Robbie, "See? Not all magic is bad... or harmful. Some of it gets you exactly what you want." She looks to Cael and lifts a shrug, "Chas poured me a.. 12 year single malt? I don't know, it tasted peaty. Earthy. But they used a lesser quality steel for the mash." She shrugs and shakes her head, "I think alcohol just isn't for me." Sipping on the water, she smiles, "That's much better. Spring water, lemon. No chemicals, no weird ingredients." Taking another swallow, she looks back to Robbie, "See? And you thought you were the only hot mess."

Then its back to Cael as she offers, "We all go through a 'hot mess' phase. Trust me. Mine lasted about fifty years. It wasn't pretty. Do you know how much coke I have to do in order to get even a small buzz? Ridiculous amounts. Mick Jagger would OD on the mountain I have to ski to get high."
Robbie Reyes Robbie claims the stool beside Rien, and settles in with a soft crackle of leather. The first sip of his lager tells him it's, "Not bad," and he makes a little moue with his mouth like he's actually impressed. Another sip follows, his gaze traveling to Cael for a long moment. Then back down to his drink. "I never said I was a hot mess," he counters, making a face at Rien. "You think I'm a hot mess?" He shoots Cael another glance. "What'd you do, anyway?"
Cael Becker     What did she do? That's an- ...extremely broad question. "The dying? Or the... gettin' upset at bad times?" Cael asks Robbie bluntly - before something Rien says catches her attention.
    "OH! Skis! It waa //great,// by the way. Skiing is great. I didn' crash... much. Jon has a video, 'cuz he's awwwwwwful." Despite her words, the smile shows she's not actually upset about it.
Jonathan Sims     Jon's been busy all day, over in Gotham or in meetings or spending time with his daughter. He hasn't been remotely aware, therefore, of Cael's attempt to figure out what's in all the various liquor bottles by simple expedient of tasting them all. If he had, he'd have volunteered to help. Not only is the Archive more likely to provide the answer to what some obscure liquor is, he processes these things faster than Cael. And evidently doesn't really get hangovers anymore.

    Look, he didn't get a hangover from /Asgardian mead/. If that's not going to give you a hangover, /nothing/ is.

    The door up on the balcony glows and Jon comes through, vaguely aware that there are other people in the room before he comes down the stairs and sees who they are. "Oh, good, you /are/ here and not--" Not dead in an alley somewhere. He doesn't say it, bites it back, and smiles instead. "I've sent you a couple of texts. Hello Rien, Robbie. Why am I awful...?"
Rien D'Arqueness Rien leans in against Robbie and smiles up at him, "No, I just think you're hot. You were the one constantly telling me how much you didn't deserve me. Personally, I think you deserve me and then some, but you're stuck with me so there." Chuckling, she sips on her water, looking back to Cael with a grin, "That's wonderful! I'm glad you enjoyed them."

"Because you took a video of her crashing on skis during your vacation, presumably." Rien smiles towards Jon as he enters, then looks back to Cael and finishes Jon's sentence in a much nicer way, "and no, she's not alone. We happened upon just in time, I think. Thought we're awfully curious what that horrid green liquor is."
Robbie Reyes Robbie probably should've tried to be more specific. Like, *why are you sitting here at a magical bar getting smashed off of mystery liquor*? But the bit about Cael dying has him frowning thoughtfully at her.

Until Rien starts talking. At which point he ducks his head and gulps his beer like it'll hide the fact he's blushing under the profuse smattering of freckles. "Hey," he greets Jon, swiping knuckles across his mouth and then licking them off. He'll not comment on the skiing. Casting stones, and all that.
Cael Becker     "Jon!" Cael greets him with some surprise - and a measure of delight. "What's this?" she asks without preamble, picking up the shot glass with a small amount of green liquor in it, which she thrusts towards him. "It's not absinthe - //that's// absinthe," she remarks, pointing at the bottle with the moon on it.
    It also becomes clear why she'd missed his messages. At some point, she'd left her leather jacket on the velvet couch where Bear was currently napping, getting white fur all over the thing.
Jonathan Sims     Jon blinks rapidly at Cael's reaction to him, glancing over toward the dog and--ahh, yes. Well, that explains it. He smiles, and says, "I was worried. S'pose I shouldn't have been." He shrugs easily, almost sheepishly, and glances between Rien and Robbie for a moment.

    Then he goes ahead and grabs the shot, sniffing it before taking a sip. "Sweet, spicy, pungent... overlaid with herbal flavor... chartruese," he says firmly. "And using the /old/ recipe, that might be why you didn't recognize it. I mean, a recipe that hasn't been used since 1793, back before the Carthusian monks and all other religious orders were expelled from France." He takes another sip, seeming to appreciate the flavor.

    "If I hadn't taken that video Sara never would've let me hear the end of it," he adds easily enough. "Though I'll admit it /was/ funny. What're you all doing, then? Trying to identify the bottles?"
Rien D'Arqueness Rien knows. She knows why Robbie ducks his head and hides his face. And her smile couldn't be bigger or more proud, even as she leans back to brush a kiss across his cheek. She even takes a moment to whisper something to him before straightening back up to look back to Cael and Jon with a chuckle and a shake of her head. That grin fades away as the scent of the 'herbaly' green drink reaches her nose.

Even as her eyes water, she claps a hand to her nose and shudders, "UGH. Whatever that is it is FOUL. And... like... liquid pepper! Please, cap it and make it go away..." Turning away quickly, she buries her face in the crook of Robbie's shoulder instead, shuddering. "Only Cael! I warned her that was going to be vile! Nothing good comes from anything THAT green!"
Robbie Reyes "Sounds like a fancy way of describing something that looks like someone puked in a glass," Robbie points out, gesturing with his bottle of beer before tipping it back for a swig. As for what he's doing here, well. It's Robbie. Drinking isn't much his thing, and neither is socialising. Which means Rien probably dragged him out of the house.

Rien, who's getting buzzed in a bad way off the smell of that drink. He wraps his arm around her and gives her a squeeze as she buries her face in his shoulder. Bottle set aside, he murmurs something quietly to her.
Cael Becker     "Worried?" Cael repeats - before her eyes widden slightly. She turns towards Jon, putting one hand on their chest as she hurries to reassure them. "Jon, I'm being careful," she reminds them. "I'm not givin' 'em anymore chances. Yeah? Won' happen again." She leans into their chest then, resting her head against them as she adds, "We're okay. We're gonna be okay."
    It's from that position that she watches Rien's antics - with a faintly amused smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. "It doesn' taste that bad, really," she remarks to Robbie.
Jonathan Sims     Jon blinks at Rien and then downs the rest of the shot, all at once, blinking and swaying only a little bit as the alcohol hits them. "Mmmm. I like it, but I prefer yellow chartruese. A little bit sweeter, and they put in cardamom." A glance to Robbie and he adds, "They named the color for the liquer, actually, it was so popular."

    He looks down at Cael and shakes his head. "No, no... it's fine, love, you are allowed to not be glued to your phone every second just because I'm a worry wart. I should've figured you'd be somewhere entirely safe. I'm fine. Okay?"

    He furrows his brow and looks around, reaching out to be sure the bottle of Chartruese is /firmly/ capped so it's not bothering Rien anymore. "I interrupted something. Or just Cael drinking?" He doesn't really need to ask why she'd be drinking, alas for poor Robbie.
Rien D'Arqueness Rien shakes her head slightly to Robbie's whisper and murmurs a small response to him before peeking back out to find the Chartreuse bottle tightly capped. Letting out a coughing breath, she drinks down the water in her glass quickly and wipes away the tears that had reddened her eyes for a few brief moments. "Sorry... strong herbs and spices tend to hit me a LOT harder than most people. So what's pleasantly 'kicky' to you is overpowering and like... like being maced." She blinks a few more times to make sure it's completely cleared from her senses before letting out a slow breath.

Glancing to Cael, she offers, "You don't have my sense of smell, Cael." She gropes around behind the bar, coming out with tissues and blowing her nose before finally seeming done with it all. She gets a refill on her water with lemon and turns a smile up to him, "Thank you." Looking back to Jon, she lifts a shrug, "Another reason I don't drink. People will put strange things into alcohol with no real concept of how it -really- smells." Rien smiles up at Robbie, "Which reminds me... please warn me if you're going to shop red or white onions while I'm in the apartment."
Robbie Reyes Robbie's curiosity, however, is not so great as his desire to enjoy his lager in relative peace. He gives Jon a lopsided smile for their commentary on the drink's colour, and watches as Rien goes to hunt for a tissue. Once she's reclaimed her seat, he gives her shoulders another squeeze, drawing her smaller frame against his side. "Onions.. got it. Gonna have to make me a list." Of vile odours, that is. Thankfully, his soap and shampoo are about as bland as things get.

"Ain't interrupted a thing," he tells Jon with a shake of his head. "We were playin' twenty questions with Cael and having a drink." Water's a drink, right?
Cael Becker     "Jus' figurin' out the labels, love," Cael remarks.
    Perhaps she slept poorly the night before - or perhaps the amount of alcohol inher system is making her sleepy, but resting against Jon's chest and listening to their voice rumbling in their chest seems to be lulling Cael into a drowsy state - and she begins to doze in Jon's arms.
    "'m sorry you were worried, though," she mumbles. "They won' find me again..."
    She lapses into silence, her eyes closed, her breathing slow and regular.
Jonathan Sims     Jon eyes Rien, almost offering to refill the water magically before she does so. Then he chuckles. "I'll have to be careful if I ever cook for you, then. I will gladly eat things that give me reactions like you had just now--enough spice or pepper to make eyes water and nose run. Very sweet or very spicy--preferably both." He glances down at Cael and smiles. She ought to know, right?

    She's falling asleep in his arms. Sitting up. Oh dear.

    He sighs and gently steers her over toward a couch. "C'mon, love, you need to lie down," he murmurs as he gets her settled. Glancing around at Rien and Robbie, "Sorry I interrupted twenty questions, then. You can start over with me if you like?"
Rien D'Arqueness Rien chuckles softly and murmurs, "I can smell you as soon as you hit the landing of the floor your apartment's on, Robbie. That list would be pretty extensive, this is why I smoke the herbal cigarettes. Helps to dull my sense of smell to something more.. tolerable." She looks back to Jon and chuckles, "And same goes for you. With preparation, I can handle most any smell you can throw at me. But she poured the shot pretty quick and I didn't know what to expect from it, so it caught me off-guard."

Snuggling in against Robbie, she smiles, content to stay right there for as long as he's willing to endure her being there. "The onions is because the tearing reaction. All the cigarettes in the world won't cut the smell enough to prevent it, so I usually have to go more drastic with stuff like raw onions. Otherwise my eyes will be leaking like Niagra Falls. I'll look like one of those women on the telenovellas whose lover just admitted to impregnating their twin sister."
Robbie Reyes Robbie huffs a little as he's called out. Working a six hour shift in an auto repair shop, up to his elbows in engine grease.. well, it necessitates a shower as soon as he's home, pretty much. Which he looks distinctly apologetic for.

"Ain't my business, really," he tells Jon once he's gotten Cael settled on the couch, watching them a moment or two. "Though she said something about dying? What happened?" Enduring or not, his arm remains curled around Rien, his thumb absently rubbing her shoulder as he sits with her and nurses his beer.
Jonathan Sims     Jon goes to retrieve Cael's coat from beneath Bear, telling him to 'budge up, you great lump,' and then giving him a pat for his trouble. He goes back to where he's laid Cael down and covers her with the coat, then grabs down what he knows is a bottle of whiskey from earlier testing--the Fool-labeled bottle--and a glass. Taking the whole bottle back to the couch, he settles himself down next to where Cael's head lies, and pours himself a glass of whiskey. "That's quite fair. I'm curious... Lydia says I smell like sandalwood and ink and cloves, now, though she also says that's not literally what I smell like. I suppose it must be my blood. It's certainly not the sort of shampoo I use."

    He glances over to Robbie and takes a long drink of the whiskey, then idly starts to run a hand through Cael's hair. "She was shot," he says rather bluntly. "She... well, it's all likely to come out anyway if people wind up helping, and I know people might want to. She's been in witness protection for... oh, years. She turned in her old gang in Arizona, got a bunch of them sent away. And then she fought angels and got on international television."

    He sighs. "One of us should have--well, /she/ should have thought of it, and she's admitted as much. She's a grown adult, she can handle her own safety. But... well... she got shot. She managed to call me, and Sara was already on the way, and... and she died. Sara saved her." He frowns. "I took care of the man that shot her, but they might try again, so she's being more careful now, until we deal with them."
Rien D'Arqueness Rien leans up to give him a soft kiss, smiling after, "That isn't a bad thing, Robbie. I like your scent." She rests her head on his shoulder and smiles across to Jon, "Today, you smell of kyphi incense, rose shampoo, and menthol cigarettes... and now alcohol." THe pause and addition come with a brief grin, though she adds, "Your underlying natural odor is arid, but clean. Like a hot wind across sand. And... old books. I can smell the parchment, not paper, the ink... old.. when they still used iron in it.. the catgut and horse glue for the bindings. The leather and the oil used to to keep it supply while its hammered into place. Touch of spice... cinnamon, maybe? Desert peppers? And the human musk that tinges almost everyone."

Tipping her head back, she smiles, "One of these days I'll tell you what you smell like to me." But apparently that's not for mixed company because she chuckles and looks back to Jon. "You let us know if you need some people to disappear. No questions asked, and that means from you too. Just tell us who and then wash your hands of it. That way you can keep a clean conscience. You'll never hear from them again."
Robbie Reyes Robbie's pretending to be interested in his beer as Rien articulates the tapestry of scent that is Jon, to her senses. But he's listening intently, like he's getting just the tiniest glimpse into how she must see the world. When she's finished, he turns to look at her. Really *look* at her, mismatched eyes seeking blue with that curious and almost inhuman intensity of his; and a faint curl of his lip when she smiles at him. "Mm," is the only sound he makes, thoughts skirting his mind restlessly even after she's turned away.

A sip and swallow of his beer, and his attention's drawn back to Jon. And the offer made, presumably, on his behalf. "Lo que ella dijo. Nos lo dices y listo." His voice is a low murmur, with an undercurrent of.. something. Relish at the idea, maybe.
Jonathan Sims     Jon listens to Rien's description, eyebrows raised slightly. "Interesting," he murmurs. He glances down at Cael for a moment. "I can see your auras. All of you. Everyone's distinct--though I've found that someone who has a strong secret identity, like the Gotham vigilantes, that other identity will be different enough to fool me. It's... colors. Blue and white and gold for you, Rien, the blue that electric blue I associate with pure magical energy." A glance to Robbie. "You have the fire all the Ghost Riders have, but also... silver? Red? Mmm, it's harder to tell with two things twined together." He shakes his head. "I'll piece it out the better I get to know you."

    He hesitates, then, and says slowly, "What exactly do you think 'taken care of' means? I killed two men last week. One of them I know deserved it. I took his statement. I gave him a chance. Ma'at judged him, and he refused to even consider changing. So..." He shrugs, and takes a drink of whiskey. "That's part of my job, now. The other..." He swallows. "Well. I suppose more of these people might die, if they will not back away from wanting to hurt Cael."

    He glances between Rien and Robbie. "Sara's already looking into things in Arizona. This isn't a /small/ group. We need to find the leaders, and either scare them or... see that they're replaced by people who understand not to come after her anymore." He frowns, and looks down at Cael, stroking her hair gently. "But I don't know... I mean maybe we hit several places at once, so nobody can go to ground? Maybe we /do/ just send in a couple of people, like you and Robbie? I don't know what Sara's found out yet."
Rien D'Arqueness Winking at Robbie as she looks up at him, she nips his chin lightly before looking back to Jon. Letting out a small laugh and giving a nod, "That would make sense, the magic is infused into my very being. That its in my aura makes sense." Rien sips on her water and glances up at Robbie's comment. She curls a half smile up at him before looking back to Robbie.

"Mmmmm... yeah, this won't be like that. I mean, they'll be judged, but..." She glances up at Robbie, then back to Jon, "It won't be as pleasant as all that. Everything else aside... we're the only two that can go in and not get fingered by anyone else. You're public, Jon, Sara's a cop. I don't exist, and Robbie, well, once its flame up nobody is going to see his face. We can go in and make sure people go away permanently, and not worry about retaliation." RIen sips from her water and smiles up at Robbie, "We're a good match in more ways than one."
Robbie Reyes Robbie doesn't have the ability to read auras, and his senses are pretty much plain vanilla human. But it's fascinating to hear about what these two are capable of, as the resident sorcerers. He meets Jon's glance for a beat, and there's a flicker of mirth in his sloe-lidded eyes before it disappears again.

Finishing off his beer then, he pushes the empty away. "Point us at them. We'll find them." No warmth, now. Not even the ghost of it. "End them. The Rider.. he ain't interested in judgement. Solo sangre y venganza." The way his upper lip curls when he says it, like he wants to bare his teeth.

They *do* make a good match, he and Rien; not many women would be comfortable keeping the company of a remorseless killer with an unfortunate tendency to light his head on fire. And her power is.. well, undeniably a draw to him. He curls his hand around the back of her neck, murmurs something to her, and then slides off his stool. To Jon, "Catch you later, hey?"
Jonathan Sims     "I don't know that being burned alive by Sekhmet's fire is precisely /pleasant/," Jon says drily. "What I do is neither pleasant nor kind. At least with the first man I broke his neck... that's usually fairly swift. But Javier Hernandez? He suffered. I'm certain of that. And I'm certain he's suffering even more now, in Hell."

    He frowns down at the whiskey glass. "The thing of it is... it's not just about anyone /dying/. It's about the people who replace them not coming for Cael. There are /thousands/ of people in this gang. Unless we're going to hunt them all down and destroy the whole apparatus... we have to be sure whoever's in charge next doesn't also have it in for a snitch. Maybe the way to do that is make a few people disappear. Maybe it's to do something a little more... flashy. Maybe both, in combination. Maybe nobody has to die at all. Maybe we go down there and flash magic and demons at them and it's taken care of."

    He looks back up at Rien. "I'm not saying you're wrong. I'm just saying I don't know the situation yet. I wouldn't even know who to point you at. And I know Sara... well. Maybe Sara can do without her own revenge; I don't know." A pause. "I just want Cael to be safe. So whatever the best way to do that is, that's... that's what I'd say we should do." But it's not like he's calling the shots, not really.
Rien D'Arqueness Rien smiles slowly at Robbie's murmured words and nods, tugging him by the shirtfront into brief but heated kiss. She releases him with a wink and watches him go with a slow breath of appreciation.

Turning back to Jon, she chuckles, "That was sort of my point. You find a meeting of the heads of this gang, we go in, make an example of the ones in charge, leave their seconds to take up the reins with a warning. Not many people want to risk Hellfire and literal damnation, or being shoved alive into Hell itself, over one woman. Cael's already done her snitching, right? Went throught he trial and all? So she's not a threat to them anymore. But it will send a powerful message that this one has powerful friends who don't really want to see her dead."

Rising up from the stool, she sets the glass on the bar, then moves to follow after Robbie with a glance to Jon, "Let Sara do her thing. Figure out how you want to handle it. Let us know if you want to go with the 'nuclear' option. We'll be around." She smiles at him, "I also want to start poking at the magic behind this place a little more. See if we can't start figuring out how more of it works."
Jonathan Sims     Jon looks away as the two kiss, politely, focusing on Cael sleeping beside him. His brow furrows slightly, thoughtfully. "Right," he says finally. "I'll put you in touch with Sara." Because maybe it's best that he /doesn't/ go down to Arizona. Rien's right; he's rather public. Ma'at got what she wanted, so why does he need to be risking a whole public thing?

    "Oh, one last thing--I invited Gabby to look into joining the JLD. I know you or Sara would need to agree for it to be official, but she does well under pressure. I didn't figure you'd argue, though."

    A glance around. "Yeah... I'd like to as well. Why's this bottle full again, for instance? Magic? Hard to say." He shrugs, and then downs the rest of his glass.

    "Ought to get Cael home," he murmurs. "Sleep well, you two."
Rien D'Arqueness "I'm more than happy to have Gabby in the League. My birthday present to her is to enchant her claws. It won't be quite as potent as my own, it will require seasonal upkeep... but it will make her claws as strong as mine, or Logan's, and with the added bonus of being magical." RIen smiles back at Jon from near the doorway.

She pauses, then looks back to him and smiles, "We should make that a thing then. I'm not sure if anyone else would be interested into getting into the nuts and bolts of how the castle functions and works, but we could make it an open session? Invite the magically inclined along."

Turning to the door, she calls back, "You as well, when you go!"