(Perhaps jerky for lunch... Breaking this up would be tragic.)

Indeed. Well, El does have her in the perfect place to hand-feed her darling girl...

El takes such good care of her. Right now it'd be a waste of mana but once they're out of here El should give Lu cat ears and a tail again.

That is absolutely up at the top of the priority list.

An essential part of that first celebratory week. 

Vital.

Wiggle! 

El loves her Lu so much.

Good!!! Because Lu loves her El, and loves being El's Lu.

It'll be challenging to extricate themselves in time for dinner.

Lu's stomach might actually help them there for once - she's working up quite the appetite, and they don't have a good variety of food here...

El will allow the demands to lead. To dinner!

Dinner!!! Which Lu spends inhaling food and staring sappily at El.

And ignoring everyone shooting sideways looks at her very fancy collar - it's mistakeable for a fancy choker, but it's also very clearly a masterful piece of artisanship. It's rigid, with black lacquer panels decorated with gilt tigers lounging at the feet of beautiful women, with golden claw-shaped spikes between each set of panels. A thick braided chain - the very one Shinta had helped them make - runs below the wide base and then dips to hold a dangling pendant shaped like a tiger's head with jagged strips of black lacquer for the stripes, and the golden band at the top has 'When true felicity is gained, to bow and to bend I shall not be ashamed' carved into it, barely visible until the words catch the light. (Or unless El is activating them.)

(El maybe elaborated on the base design. Just a bit. Totally worth it.)

She eats very smugly, basking in Lu's adoration and similarly ignoring everyone else.

She's satisfied and languid once it's time to go meet with Shanghai's representative. 

Well. That's. Uh. A thing. Sure, why not.

"I trust your Saturday has been productive."

"Finished up El's term project," she says, pleasantly. "Thanks for waiting to meet."

"No problem. I, ah, certainly wouldn't have wanted to intrude."

Giggle! "Maybe a different time," she says with a wink. 

"Perhaps. Did you want to talk here, or...?"

"We've got a nook that's more private..." And relatively safe, despite how remote it is, hidden in the backs of several ancient language aisles. It's got a good couch for sleeping on, a sturdy desk with no hidden crannies, and two sturdy comfortable chairs, and there's only one real entrance - it's surrounded on three sides by solid shelves that melt into the void at their tops, and it doesn't have more than one small air vent. And the shelves pretty often contain helpful books - or at least books full of horrible destructive spells, which are helpful for their normal assignments.

"This is a very nice spot."

"It's all ours."

"Quite a spot of good fortune. Do you mind if I sit?" She indicates one of the chairs. (She thinks the lovebirds are going to want the couch together.)