[She recognises him. The one that is far too affectionate with the married couple, the one throwing hexes around with little care to the size of a room and how many other occupants it had. She had chalked him up to brash and bothersome, someone who would tire her patience quickly.
So there's a wary glance as he comes over, Chiara studying him as she considers the question]
Why aren't you sitting in the lap of Vantas? That seemed to be your usual spot.
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So there's a wary glance as he comes over, Chiara studying him as she considers the question]
Why aren't you sitting in the lap of Vantas? That seemed to be your usual spot.