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[allusive]

Is that what your act was all about?

[ The two at the table. She'd seen them and they'd been eyeing her, but she hadn't thought... Well, he's done her a kind turn. So much for not wanting to be indebted to anyone. Alysia shakes her head with incredulity but there is a faint smile on her lips. He's skilled. She can't deny it. ]

We'll find somewhere else for you to go. There are finer establishments that will serve you better ale or rum, if it pleases you. Say the word, and I can find them.

[ She's kept out of the richer sectors for the moment until her fame grows a bit more. The last thing she'd like is to be removed from a tavern before she even has a chance to play. With a glance up at the sky, she nods. ]

If you are. Come, let's go.

[ The rain doesn't particularly bother her but she'd like to keep her dress neat. She avoids the back alleys where she might dirty the hem of her skirt, taking him the quickest route she knows. Her hovel is just that: a flat with two rooms interconnected, partitioned off by a partial wall that obscures the shallow tub she's been given. It's a cheap room but she's made it as cozy as possible with proper blankets and a few candles for lighting, some incense by the window to burn and keep the flat smelling nice. How she manages to carry all of these items around is unknown (she actually has an enchanted bag that stores anything that can fit in it) but it's allowed for small luxuries even when she has little coin. Alysia allows Bucky inside and sets about to lighting the lanterns and candles to bring light into the flat. She also pulls out the bottle of wine she's been keeping and two glasses - the latter of which she's been given by those she rents from. ]

I can get us food from across the street, something simple. Do you have any particular requests?

[lefthandfree]

[He chuckles dryly and gives a shrug.] Don’t need nothing fancy. Just a pretty girl and something to take the edge off is a enough for me.

[He says it casually and even throws in a wink for good measure, but they both know it’s as false as the spectacle he’d put on just now. It wasn’t really worth discussing anyway, so he lets the matter drop afterward and follows Sorcha as she leads on.

When she let’s him inside her living quarters, he scans it instinctively, as he had been taught, and makes mental notes to himself while playing curious, even though he genuinely is as just about everything that mattered about Sorcha is still a secret to him even now. He smiles at the sight of the wine bottle and glasses.]

Whatever you like best’ll be fine. I’m not too picky.

[Which was true even before the war, given what he and Steve had needed to give up to survive the Depression.]

[allusive]

It's not about being picky. You have choices.

[ If it was about liquor, that'd be another story. She can't afford anything very expensive or refined and the wine came as payment from another tavern she played at about a week ago. She can't get much else. ]

They have stews, soups, cheese. They have some bread and certain cuts of meat. I have enough for something for each of us.

[ And she's not going to hear any argument about paying for his share. He ensured she didn't lose her coin purse tonight. That's enough. ]

[lefthandfree]

[He smiles meagerly and gives a shrug. It really doesn't matter what goes into his stomach as long as something does. That said, choice is not often available to him, so if she insists...]

Don’t suppose they’d have— [Shit on a shingle? She wouldn’t recognize the phrase.] —sausage and gravy? To go on bread.

[He hopes it’s clear enough what he means. Even if it’s not, he can make do with whatever else there is. The thought of something comfortable and familiar is just nice, really. Though he also doesn’t bother pointing out he eats for three people. She’s good enough to offer even if only because he probably saved her earnings for the night, and it isn't worth taking advantage of that for a full stomach. It'd be damn rude.]

[allusive]

[ Sausage and gravy? It shouldn't be too hard, she assumes, and she's seen sausage in the restaurant nearby. ]

I'll have a look and see what I can find. Make yourself comfortable.

[ Alysia ducks out with little preamble, heading across the street. Since finding her place in the city, she's done her best to go out of her way to be nice to a few of the locals who could aid her, and the neighboring restaurant is no different. She's played there twice - once for free - and they are pleased to give her food. Much of it will go out tonight anyway without use. She sits around a little longer for fresh gravy and purchases a whole loaf of bread and some cheese as well. She gets some eggs for herself, sausage for him, and is back a little over twenty minutes later with two bowls of hot food, bread, and cheese.

She brings both to the table and sets them out, then goes to continue making preparations around the room for the potential oncoming storm, closing the shutters and moving candles from their places. The lantern goes closer to the table so they can eat; the candles are moved from the windows and placed in better positions to bring light to the flat. ]

Here. They had what you wanted but didn't quite know how you might like it prepared.

[ Alysia gets out a few knives and two forks, and sets about slicing the bread. ]