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[ She glances at Stephanie and chuckles to herself. ]

Exceedingly.

Good. Then I am, too.

I'd pinch your cheek, but I'm not sure if I'm all tied in and everything.

[ She laughs. ] Only a little more.

[ And she hurries to get the other sleeve in case Steph is getting impatient. ] But why would you pinch my cheek, Stephanie?

Because you're way too cute. Definitely not a warlord's wife.

[ She busies herself with the sleeves to keep from blushing. ]

Perhaps I can be a duchessa next or even a principessa!

[ The sleeves done, she steps to the bed to get the two headdresses, holding them up for Steph to see. ] We are almost done. Are you married, Stephanie?

If it helps, you definitely remind me of a princess.

[She experimentally moves her arms. Interesting. She'll have to do her best not to spill something on this.

And it's a good thing she wasn't drinking anything, because she probably would have spit it out at Lucrezia's question. Not the first time she's been asked, but it still catches her off guard each time.] Ha, nonono. Not even a dot on the horizon for me.

[Headdresses, right. Steph takes a seat on the edge of the bed to make it easier for Lucrezia to work her magic.]

[ She has half a mind to ask if Stephanie is a nun then or a courtesan, though perhaps women have invented other occupations in the next five centuries. ]

This one for the maiden then. [ She places a pearly cape on the crown of her head, with two strings weighted with beads to frame her face. ]

There, you are dream enough for any man.

[She gets up to go look at herself in the mirror on her closet door. This feels sort of... silly, but it's also fun so she doesn't really care. She laughs a little when she looks at herself, though.]

Wow. No one I'd know would recognize me in this. [She swooshes the skirt a little, then pulls Lucrezia over so they're both in the mirror.] So. What do you think of us, Lucrezia?

[ She winds one arm around Stephanie's waist as well, admiring themselves in the mirror and giggling of course. ]

Look at you, my Pygmalion. Ezio will be unable now to think of any words.

Right back at you. I'm going to assume that's a compliment despite sounding like "pig."

Pygmalion was a sculptor who crafted the perfect woman out of ivory and fell in love with her. So Venus granted his wish and made her come to life.

[ Lucrezia sees nothing wrong with naming her that, none at all. She plays with Stephanie's hair to let the strands curl nicely. ]

Or I could be your Pygmalion.

We can both be Pygmalion. And that sculpture of his. Works for me.

Now, about Mr. Auditore. We have an important decision to make. Do we filter to him and hope he looks at his journal, or do we go up to the top of this tower and see if we can kidnap him?

[ Oh, Stephanie, you are quickly becoming one of her favorite people ever. ]

We shall kidnap him, with weapons of the feminine kind. He will have no choice but to come with us.

I doubt we'll need to bust out the feminine weapons. We'll save those for when we get him back here and tell him the price of admission.

[She smirks and goes to the side of the bed to produce a pair of black flats for Lucrezia to wear.

With a straight face:]

These go on your head.

Ah, so he is an easy catch.

[ So trusting. She takes them in each hand and tries to imagine how they fit on her head. Her only complaint is the color, really. ]

Must I wear black?

I think so, but let's not tell him that.

[... whoops, there goes that straight face. Stephanie laughs and shakes her head.]

Kidding! I was kidding, they go on your feet. Sorry, ha ha. Still want a different color?

[ Conspiratorial giggling. She only laughs at the prank, dropping the two things to the floor and slips them on. They do look more like shoes. ]

No, today I will wear black. [ Oh yes, Stephanie's shoes. She takes them from beside the bed. ]

I have chosen gold for yours.

[She makes a mental note to go a little easy on the pranks when it comes to modern stuff. She'll get you there, Lucrezia.]

Pretty. I feel so coordinated. [And on they go. Not too difficult.] I think we're ready to go get 'im.

[ She makes a note to observe and learn! ] Our mark awaits.

[ Lucrezia would offer Stephanie a hand to hold before heading toward the door. ]

[She'll take that hand and lead her upstairs to Ezio's, where there will be much knocking.

Not enough to be too annoying, though, in case Claudia answers. Scary sister is scary.]

[ Lucrezia is happily led to Ezio's door, though the jeans proved less comfortable to walk in than she predicted. The top feels breezy. And she half wishes for the sister to appear. She wants to see the female version of Ezio. ]

[Ezio is currently sprawled in bed, mostly asleep, after a long night exploring the city's nightlife. The knocking rouses him, fortunately, but he spends a few seconds wondering who the hell would be at his door, and why they would be here at this hour in the morning.

And then he looks at the clock -- another marvelous invention -- only to realize it isn't morning. He's been sleeping the day away.

So, he climbs out of bed, careful not to disturb the woman sleeping next to him, and pulls on pants and a shirt. He then hastens to the door, and opens it a crack to peer out. When he realizes who it is, he pulls it open wider.

They've switched clothing...]

Salve, ladies... I see you've been at each other's wardrobes.

Very observant. [She almost feels like pointing out that she didn't trip on the walk up here, but she figures she shouldn't jinx herself.]

We've come to kidnap you. Right? [She looks at Lucrezia. Use your adorableness.]

[ Oh, that tousled look. She has seen her brothers in similar states of disarray and chuckles knowingly. ]

Yes. But we are considerate kidnappers and will let you settle your--affairs before we seize you.

[Guilty as charged. He laughs, a bit sheepishly.]

Let me just get properly dressed, and I will submit and be your willing captive. My affair can let herself out when she wakes.