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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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[secondchances]

That doesn't make it any better, but sure.

[assassino]

[Things Ezio does not believe in: sacred bonds of sisterhood that conspire against men.]

It sounds nicer than "gossip," which is what we would call it in my time.

[secondchances]

It's not gossip! It's sharing. It's like the same stuff you and I do, but... different.

[assassino]

It is gossip.

[secondchances]

[She pushes at his foot >:( ]

Then what we do is gossip, Ezio.

[assassino]

But men do not gossip. We just talk.

[secondchances]

[She gives him a look. That "MEN ONLY _____ YOU SAY?" look. There's totally a look for that.]

[assassino]

I'm kidding! I'm kidding.

[secondchances]

[She laughs.]

I think you and I "gossip" more than me and Lucrezia, anyway.

[assassino]

What? That cannot be true.

[secondchances]

It just means we observe a lot! [Or something.]

[assassino]

True... but it is not gossip.

[secondchances]

Fine, fine. We don't have to call it gossip.

["Big bambino" is unsaid.]

[assassino]

Good.

When it comes to Lucrezia, we might as well call it a diplomatic matter.

[secondchances]

[She frowns.]

If that helps, sure.

[assassino]

[Nod.]

[secondchances]

[She picks at what's left on her plate. Wah.]

[assassino]

[He just watches her.]

[secondchances]

Hmm?

[She looks up after she feels him watching her. Lucrezia talk always ends in a downer.]

[assassino]

I did not mean to turn the conversation sour.

[secondchances]

I know. I just wish it didn't happen so often.

[assassino]

Unfortunately, that is how it must be.

[secondchances]

Yeah. And I'd rather you talk to me about this stuff than not mention it at all.

[She likes being in the loop, even if it kinda sucks.]

[assassino]

You would be less stressed if I kept it to myself.

[secondchances]

A tiny bit less stressed. Way more worried, though.