Around 9:30 local. Hope that works for you.

That's fine! Should we save you some breakfast?

That would be lovely, thank you. Starlight refused to upgrade my flight just so I wouldn't have to suffer airline food.

I hear it's good to remain connected to the mortal world.

Will do!

Touché. Learn that from your seniors here, did you?

Yes. No disrespect intended of course, Senior.

Bacon & eggs w/toast & jam sound good?

Loosen up a bit, I'm not your Senior. Save it for the real high-rankers. 

And yeah, that sounds great.

:thumbsup:

After a light morning workout and some Inner Breath exercises, and letting Cocoa know that she'll eat breakfast later than usual,

Bacon & eggs with toast and jam for two is ready at 9:30.

Someone knocks on the door almost exactly on time!

"Good morning, Butterfly Dancer." Who else would it be?

The pink-haired girl on the other side of the door adjusts her glasses. 

"Hi, Abyssal Bride. You can call us Audrey."

There's a - presence, in the air around her. Before Trys had a hundred strands in her heart aperture, she might have dismissed it as just a draft -

But no, that's a current of qi. Something about it feels cold to her developing senses. 

"Oh, right, there's two of you." She looks in the general direction of the presence, concentrating. "I was wondering about that, actually - does everyone have a past life? Anyway, come in, breakfast is hot and ready."

"Hello," she says in entirely a different tone of voice. "Yes, there's two of us. I'm the past life, she's the original inhabitant of this body. Karma is recycled by the world's laws, which produces similar people in different times. Trying to recover your past memories is a crock though, reincarnation is a shit immortality method." She steps inside.

"Let's have breakfast! We can fill you in that way."

"I know I'll absorb all this knowledge in time, but for now these always seems to be more I have no idea about... Breakfast, I can do. Hot and ready."

Butterfly Dancer lets Trys lead her into the kitchen. 

Cocoa's nursing a coffee there. He waves. "Hey. Butterfly Dancer?"

"And you must be Black Claw. Nice to put a face to the account."

"Likewise. You're going ghost hunting in London today?"

"That's the plan!"

"Well, good luck. I'd come but I'm on vacation."

She nods. 

"So Abyssal Bride, ask away. I'm sure you have questions."

"I kind of expect my questions to be not especially helpful here? What do you think I need to know."