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[quicksilverwings]

[That had been... an interesting job.

Somehow, Ciar--Wing to his teammates and clients--hadn't anticipated other people going after one of their marks, but that sure is what happened. Now, Ciar can't personally say he minds. They were tackling it from different angles, and now he can't help but think that it was even more effective.

... And maybe he dragged along the mark a little more for the sake of showing off to that handsome (and clearly adorably smitten) blond.

(He still got the desired results, it was fine.)

Speaking of that aforementioned handsome blond, though, Ciar's on a mission today, to track that man down, wherever in the city he might be. He wanted to see that guy again anyway, and he has a question.]

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I'd appreciate that a lot, actually. Thank you.

[He's going to slip behind the bar to get himself a ginger beer--he offers a second to Hugo before pausing, tilting his head.]

Ah. Alix wants to know what kind of pizza you prefer, the rest of the team's grabbing real food on the way here.

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[He will take the beer.

And then pause. Awkwardly.]

I...don't actually know. I've never had pizza, not really. It's just not usually something I have time for.

[quicksilverwings]

Hey, first time for everything.

[He pulls up the site for the pizza place on his phone.]

Here.

[destinetmalediction]

[He starts scrolling the menu.]

...how much meat can I get on a pizza? My iron is likely low.

[quicksilverwings]

... A lot, honestly. There's a meat lover's option at this place and it's pretty good!

[destinetmalediction]

Then that. And do you have any strawberries?

[That should help with his iron and the blood sugar.]

[quicksilverwings]

Yeah, we keep some around here for a few of our drinks.

[He'll get up to grab those!]

Here.

[destinetmalediction]

Much appreciated.

[He will just start snacking on a few of those.]

I usually keep chocolate for that, but I ran out this morning.

[quicksilverwings]

Ahhh... Well, for the record, we do have chocolate around here--albeit upstairs. Although, uh... ahaha, it's what I get for myself so, uh... Iiiiiit might not be to your tastes?

[destinetmalediction]

How do you mean?

[Snacking on strawberries...]

[quicksilverwings]

... It's got cayenne in it.

[destinetmalediction]

..ah. No, I'll pass, at least for now. I'm not in the mood for something spicy, you know?

[quicksilverwings]

Yeah, I get it.

[A beat.]

I'm not one of those kinds of people who will drown their food in whatever has the most capsaicin, I promise, I do still like being able to taste what I'm eating.

[destinetmalediction]

[That makes Hugo laugh.]

Good. I knew someone who put so many spicy peppers and all into his food, it was a wonder he still had tastebuds. And sinuses!

[quicksilverwings]

[He laughs.]

On the one hand, I kind of distantly get it! On the other, pain is not a flavor!

[destinetmalediction]

Pain is not a flavor! You are ruining the dish if all you taste is pain!

[quicksilverwings]

Exactly!

[The conversation continues a bit like that until Alix and Ange walk in with a stack of pizza boxes.

... Alix has pizza boxes at least. Ange is carrying a bunch of other stuff that she sets down as soon as she gets a chance before darting off to the kitchen for plates.]

Where're the other two?

Working on something in the van. They'll be a bit.

[Alix sets the pizza boxes down, opening each one as they set the different boxes down separately. The rest of the boxes are various sides and at least one dessert.

Ange returns to pass out the plates, beaming at Hugo briefly before taking a couple slices of the basic pepperoni pizza and skittering to a seat off by herself.]

[destinetmalediction]

[Hugo gets up to start poking around the food.]

This is...a lot of food. How much will I owe you for my share?

[quicksilverwings]

[Ciar gets up as well, giving Hugo a gentle nudge.]

You won't owe us anything. I insist, alright? And yeah, it's a lot, but there's six of us eating and there'll be leftovers for a while, so it's worth it.

[destinetmalediction]

If you're sure.

[He is going to help himself to the meatlovers, then. He desperately needs iron--if his phone was on he's sure his alert would be playing.]

[quicksilverwings]

Completely sure.

[Ciar meanwhile is opting for a stuffed crust pizza himself, with several varieties of meat and also mushrooms. And also a couple of cheese sticks.

He takes a seat again so he can start sprinkling a couple packets of red pepper flakes onto his pizza.]

We're not exactly hurting for money.

[destinetmalediction]

How do you get paid? Or does the bar make that much?

[quicksilverwings]

The bar helps, but it's mostly our hacker working some kind of stock market witchcraft I don't dare ask about.

[A beat.]

Also our first job together had a really good payout, since that was less about helping someone who really needed it and more punishing a client who double-crossed us.

[destinetmalediction]

All stock market anything is witchcraft. Trust me, I tried to make sense of it a few years ago.

[Nope.]

Oh? Tell me more.

[quicksilverwings]

[The first part earns a laugh.]

The client had come to us saying someone had stolen his work and had hired us to get those back, but... no, those designs hadn't been stolen at all in the first place. The client had just wanted to get his hands on them and was willing to let us take the fall for it. We weren't going to let that stand.