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Hello darling,

Have you seen Ms. Nelli's recent message informing of her new salon, Bellissima? There are some, shall we say additional features, that she isn't advertising to the public at large, and I think you might be interested in pursuing them. The lower level of the establishment is a safe and consensual environment for an activity you may wish to consider signing up for. Something you and I have been engaged in recently. Something you enjoyed quite a lot. I do hope that makes it clear enough, but if not, Ms. Nelli has given me leave to speak with you about it in more detail.

Fondest regards,

Astarion

Like...sex?

[He doesn't get it? He can have safe and consensual sex anytime he wants?]

[ Jesus Christ, whoever that is, Quentin. He dumbed this up for you so much. ]

Something that involves my teeth and diet, and that of others that share many of the same characteristic as me.

[ COME ON Q YOU GOT THIS HE BELIEVES IN YOU (not really) ]

[OHHHHHHH okay yes the single brain cell is lighting up now]

Oh. Right. Okay.

So you're saying there's a specific place for that now.

Well. We can continue to do whatever you like behind any closed doors, darling. But if you'd like to meet any others of my kind, that would be a fine place.

[On Christmas morning, Quentin'll find a relatively neatly wrapped gift outside his door. Inside he'll find a framed pencil sketch of himself. It's almost a candid shot; Rowan's drawn him up on the observatory, from the day they first met.

There's also a note:

Dear Quentin,
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I'm glad I got the chance to meet you this year, and I'm looking forward to spending more time with you next year!

Love,
Rowan.]

[A large box arrived for Quentin containing a pirate's coat, a sack of gold, and a short note.]

Happy Yule! - Beauregard

So you're suggesting I, like. Put myself on the menu.

[He's definitely not not interested.]

You talked to Miss Nelli about this, you said?

Something like that, yes.

I didn't mention you by name, darling. Only that I knew someone who might have an interest. It's her establishment, her rules, all of that, so she would be the one you'd need to speak to in depth.

Oh, okay.

I'll look her up. Maybe. [yes maybe you'll act like the huge fang slut you are good save]

[ Yes hang on to that tiny shred of dignity Quentin. ]

Then maybe I'll see you there sometime, darling.

See you there. Maybe.

[On the morning of New Year's Day, a basket containing six fresh sugared raised yeast donuts was delivered to Quentin's door with a tag tied to the basket.]

Many blessings to you this new year.

Max leaves a tin of assorted cookies outside his door, accompanied by a card. Inside is a voucher for anything off the menu of Max's new cafe (once it opens) for free. There's also a lovely leather embossed bookmark with the letter Q stamped into it surrounded by tasteful Filigree.

There's a note written inside the card in Max's neat handwriting:

Happy Yule! Your friendship means a lot to me. Any time you want to hang out, just call me up.

-Max

Q, I need you to hire a bartender to replace Rowan. Make sure prospective employees understand the eyepatch dress code for bartenders. Just run it by me before officially offering it. Do not hire Jester. -BL

Sure, can do. Where's Rowan going?

They took a job at whatever salon thing Jackie is opening and can't work both. Their last day is next Friday. You and I will have to cover the bar until we get the new person settled in.

Oh, okay, as long as there's nothing wrong. Eliot's working at the Ruby Slipper but I'm sure he can pinch-hit, also, if you and I can't cover it alone. He's good at it, just a little...flashy.

I don't mind flashy as long as he doesn't overpour or drink too much while on the clock.

I'll make sure he knows. I've got it handled.

I know you do. Thanks, Q.

So, Lioriley put her notice in, and since I'm going to collectively lose my shit over our staffing problems real soon, I've decided to take the ship out of dock early. So next week, the Revelry will be closed and out on maneuvers with the fae crew I have on retainer for the whole week.

I'm bringing Glinda along this time [them not being in the middle of a fight this year helped], and if you and Eliot would like to also spend a week on the ship, you are welcome to join us. If you do, I'll only use you a little bit to help with any repairs I might find. Otherwise, it'll be pirate ship vacation for you two. Just let me know.

Oh, wow. Uh, yeah, I asked him and we'd love to come. And I'd love to help with repairs, obviously. [He really would; this is literally his whole Thing, magically, which means it's the magic that feels the most natural and good to him.]

Awesome. I'll let Glinda know. I'm sure she and Eliot can enjoy tea or some shit while I dangle you over the side with some rope since I already know there's a bit of ice damage to the hull.

Not much to worry about but enough to fix.

Oh, god. No, he's going to be standing there fretting, but I'm sure he'd appreciate the invitation.

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