Ephemeral Truths [Verity]

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

When Verity arrives for her daily shift, Schön's demeanor in answering the door suggests this might not be just another day at the office. "Ah, good morning. I wonder if you might feel like a small change in the routine?"

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[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

"Do let me know, if you'd like any help with the arrangements."

[brave_heart_verity]

She hmms with amusement at the offer. "You have recommendations, I'm sure. Is the offer just for transportation, or logistics?"

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

"Oh, I'm very good with logistics," he replies, smug and sly. "What would you want? A cozy fisherman's cabin by the water, far from anyone else? A penthouse suite overlooking the city? A mountaintop island lost in a sea of mist?"

[brave_heart_verity]

"Those all sound good," she admits with a sigh. "I would need to think about it. And decide if I can afford to lose that much hair."

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

He laughs. "I'd not strip you of your lovely locks, Verity. Do recall, I take all manner of currency."

[brave_heart_verity]

"I know." Reading over so many of his contracts, she's well aware of the kinds of things he takes as payment. "But this is getting to sound suspiciously like work."

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

He chuckles. "Is it? Do forgive me." Peking duck is sometimes a bit of a wait, but it's arrived at last. "Ah, here we are. As far from work as possible, unless you're going into restaurant criticism?"

[brave_heart_verity]

"Just don't ask me if we're really eating the expensive things boasted about on the menu, and it's fine." In other words: no, because that would be a nightmare of libel suits and paperwork.

She'd rather have a nice lunch with a friend.