Lunch turned out to be a far less dramatic affair than Adena's buildup had promised. Caelestis was, in fact, not sitting there pathetically alone, but reading through a report with mild irritation, which smoothed into surprise and something warmer when Eleanore actually walked in and took a seat.
"You came," he said.
"Adena wore me down. This isn't a pattern."
"Of course not." But he was smiling slightly, the kind he tried and mostly failed to hide behind his glass of water.
Adena, for her part, looked entirely too pleased with herself as she settled into the seat across from them, practically vibrating with some new idea she was clearly bursting to share. It took approximately four minutes and half a bowl of soup before she couldn't hold it in any longer.
"So," she said, setting her spoon down with a decisive clink. "I've been thinking."
"That's never a good sign," Eleanore said.
"Rude. Hear me out." Adena leaned forward, eyes bright. "We should have a tea party."
