[ An invitation shows up in Petyr's inbox at some point in early November... RSVP can be handwaved, and don't worry, the log will go up in advance of actual Thanksgiving! ]
Thank you kindly for your invitation. It would be my honor to attend, and I shall bring Haen Hithiel as my plus one. Neither of us have any dietary restrictions.
I look forward to spending this Day of Thanks with the both of you.
( Gwen has literally not taken a single day off since she started working for him. )
Sorry about vanishing- I'm going to reschedule my meetings and work from home, let me know if you need me to come in urgently for anything or if there's anything else you need me to do that's not already in my diary. This whole whatever the fuck is happening now has kind of hit me, I will keep you appraised.
I'm having some magical issues that I can partially address with a power nullifier that I've borrowed, but unfortunately I can't use it for extended periods because I'm finding nullifying my magic makes me ill.
( Magic is inextricable from what makes her a living, breathing being; just because she can live without something for a time doesn't mean it's healthy or that she can thrive that way. )
Mayor Baelish. I'm pleased to inform you that I have passed the Bar and you have one more official lawyer living in your city. Please give me a call back at your earliest convenience- I would love to discuss the imPort Lawyer's association with you now that I can actually practice law.
I am having a small cookout at my house on July 29th. I have the meat covered, but feel free to bring any side dishes or desserts that you want, and while beer will also be provided, I'll never say no to more alcohol. 3pm, at [insert address in Heropa].
I have been instructed by Brandon Heat that it may be beneficial for me to introduce myself to you. I am called Circe of Aiaia, and I am from a time far before now -- presumably much like you.
[ Baelish seems moderately amused by the prospect of Brandon instructing anyone. ]
But it is an honor to meet you, Lady Circe. I am indeed from a time before this one. A time of lords and ladies, kings and queens, and no modern plumbing of which to speak. Is it help adjusting to this world you need? Or are you simply seeking the company of someone who understands how difficult it is to grow used to this land?
[ Circe smiles in somewhat opaque amusement. It's the façade she de facto falls back on whenever she's unsure. She's not really lady of anything, but the proper address for a goddess is a murky thing. It's good enough. ]
It would be useful to have someone to ask questions who will not be confused by the question itself, I think. It has been all so much at once, even finding new clothes for myself was a considerable undertaking. I could not wear the same dress forever. [ Indeed, by now she's out of her chiton and shawl, instead in a bohemian sort of sweater a dark enough green to be almost black. ]
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