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[secondchances]

Hi. I have this sneaking suspicion that I missed a lot, seeing as it's now January and I think I was kidnapped. So much for my little get together for the new year.

[There's a few metallic clatters here, one of them is drawn out as a ring spins to a slow stop on her desk.]

I also seem to have way more Renaissance-style jewelry than I remember, and that doesn't bode well. Uh, Lucrezia...?

There seems to be a lack of mass confusion, so I'm guessing it was only a few of us that... what? Got stuck in a--I don't even know what that was, really.

Sooooo. Care to fill me in? Anyone? Please tell me I wasn't turned into an old woman or something and just don't remember that.

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[assassino]

[Liberally dumping meatballs on the pasta.]

But if I know it here, I can put it behind me here.

[In theory, anyway.]

[secondchances]

[She's not so sure of that, with how big of an issue Cesare alone has been, but doesn't say it.]

I hope you get that opportunity, then.

[assassino]

I do too.

Come to the table. Dinner is ready.

[secondchances]

[She gets up, going over to Ezio to give him a peck on the cheek before looking at the food.]

Wow, that smells really good. Looks good, too. You're so my favorite person right now.

[assassino]

[Good, a topic change. He smiles at the kiss and then takes the plates over to the table.]

[secondchances]

[Food is always the best topic change, and she is pretty hungry by now. Steph takes a seat.]

[assassino]

I would hope I am always one of your favourite people.

[He passes her the parmesan cheese -- freshly grated -- because you crazy americans pour that shit on.]

[secondchances]

You are. But you're my favorite and then some every time you cook something like this.

[A smile, and she proceeds to dump that shit on her pasta. Fuck yeah.]

[assassino]

[He chuckles, under his breath.]

So you are saying that, to be your favourite at all times, I must cook for you at all times.

[secondchances]

[Grin.]

If I say yes, would you?

[assassino]

Only if you can stand having me in your apartment all the time.

[secondchances]

Oh, right. [A grimace as she stabs a meatball.] Yeah, I think I'll pass.

[assassino]

Not fond of having a roommate?

[secondchances]

Not when the roommate has a girlfriend!

[Yum, meatball. The good food tempts her to throw all caution to the wind, though :( ]

[assassino]

Ah, Lana and I do not sleep together, so we would never keep you up at night.

[His cooking is so good :'| Thank god for all those years moving around forcing him to learn some practical skills, and then Paradisa forcing him to fill up all those extra hours.]

[secondchances]

[She raises an eyebrow, swallowing her meatball. Did she just--]

Uh, what? Like, you don't sleep in the same bed, or...

[The other option baffles her.]

[assassino]

[Shrug.]

Exactly what it sounds like, dolcezza.

[secondchances]

Oh.

[Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat, Ezio hasn't gotten laid in how long? Steph doesn't even know what to say. Impressive? Probably not.]

[assassino]

[He grins.]

So do not ever assume I am incapable of commitment!

[secondchances]

[A laugh.]

You must really like her.

[assassino]

I do.

[secondchances]

Good.

[A smile, and she digs into the pasta.]

[assassino]

[Yum, dinner.]

[secondchances]

[Best dinner, and a good way to shut up Steph :') ]

[assassino]

[He watches her eat, smiling. She's so cute.]