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[When Sheila turns on her NV, she's standing over her kitchen stove. There are piles of dirty dishes in her arms and she shifts them with a soft clatter to the sink, and a feast of food sitting in a mountainous pile beside her, including some . She gives her forehead a mopping and looks ruefully into the screen.]

It hath been a long journey from the place I embark'd. To think that I once cook'd o're an open pit and had to watch my skirts afore they burst into flame. I hope that all hath attained peace at long last. And that all hath found a reason for thanks. 'Tis not quite Christmas yet, but the feast season hath begun.

I hath prepared a repast of thanks to Saint Catherine. Ye need not share my faith to join me in a cup! If any art hungry, my door remains open until sunset.

[OOC: It's just past Saint Catherine's Day, and Sheila's prepared a takeaway meal for all of her friends! This is open to action threads for any who want to come eat at her apartment.]

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[Sheila sees you staring, 'ponine! And there's no need for you to be shy.]

Does thou wish to join me?

[It takes Eponine a moment to process that]

Are you having a party, Madame? I can help, you know? My Lady has taught me to be a good maid now.

[Flowery medieval language, coming at ya!]

'Tis less a party than a gathering. Art Saint Catherine's birthday and I am having a feast day! And all art welcome to partake if they so wish.

[Confusion is evident on her face]

Who is Saint Catherine? Must I bring something?

[Because a feast sounds delicious]

Hmn I see. We shall drop by, Sheila. It is about time we've all met in person I think.

[Hattie frowns a bit, not wanting to admit Sheila's past cooking experiences were her own current experiences. She hasn't the slightest clue who St Catherine is either, but pfft. Details. She just wants to show Eponine off.]

Will there be wine?

[Then to Eponine.]

Are you nearby? I can pick you up.

[Eponine had been hurrying home to change into her 'best dress' but she stops when she hears Hattie.]

I am in sector 7, Madame.

[She had been wandering, exploring the city.]

I don't have my uniform, though.

Seven? What in heavens are you doing over there?

[She then gives a knowing smile.]

Yes, I figured as much. Of course I am always prepared for situations such as this; we can stop at my studio along the way.

Just... walking, Madame. I have not been here much.

[Of course they could stop. Trust Hattie to have a uniform prepared. Eponine smiles ruefully.]

It is a good job you have been rehearsing my waiting skills, no? Where shall I meet you?

[Hattie may surprise Eponine, then, as she doesn't have a uniform prepared, but rather nicer clothing. If it were a workday, that'd be another story.]

I see. I understand there is plenty of green out there; far too much green for my tastes. If you're anywhere near the lake, there will do.

[She switches to private.]

Actually, this will be the perfect opportunity to get your feet wet in a social gathering.

I'll go to the lake.

[She starts to walk over there, still clutching her NV-disguised-as-a-letter, so the picture on Hattie's end will be bouncing.]

What do you mean, Madame? Do you not wish me to wait on you there? I have been to parties before, you know. I went to the ball, remember?

[Hattie never did see Eponine's NV, did she? Huh.]

As much as I would enjoy that, I'm afraid that is lower on the priority list.. Besides, today is your day off.

[Which she will gladly change once Eponine moves in with her, ho ho ho.]

And yes you did, but there is a difference between attending a gathering with your boyfriend and attending as a lady without. Sheila is well versed in such etiquette, of course, and the atmosphere is relaxed, so she'll make the perfect partner for you.

Madame seems like a lovely lady, Madame Hattie.She offered me help when I was in prison, you know? And when I came out, she was going to give me blankets.

[She adds with a mischievous laugh]

If we are to just be ladies, then, does thaat mean I can drop the 'Madame' and 'My Lady' and just call you 'Hattie'? As if we were really friends?

What? Really? I was not aware of this.. Well then, that makes thing much easier, good good.

[ That's perhaps the most awkward question she's been asked by you yet. So she weakly laughs it off.]

Good one, Eponine. You know we will be attending as teacher and student.

I don't know why, Madame. I think she likes me.

[Eponine's by the lake now. She hadn't been far away to begin with, and she had jogged over. She laughs as well. She hadn't expected Hattie to really say yes.]

Fine. It is as you wish.

...Madame Sheila said there was to be food. I wonder what kind. I'm so hungry, I could eat it all and more. Maybe I should find her some flowers?

[She glances around and spots a patch of dandelions and the odd daisy in the grass, and goes over]

Such as these, Madame?

Not surprising, Sheila is a fair person. Perhaps a bit too fair for my tastes, but that's another story.

[Hattie smiles a bit at Eponine's agreement; and decides to do her a favor. She can understand what it means to be thankful.]

We'll see soon enough, Eponine. So you wish to make a bouquet? Hold that thought.

[And she ends the feed. About fifteen minutes later a car pulls up at the road closes to the lake and Hattie steps out in a black, shearling sheepskin had and matching coat. Once she reaches Eponine, she doesn't seem nearly as impressed by the dandelions or the daisy.]

I think not. We'll stop by the flower shop on the way there.

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[During the time Hattie was driving, Eponine had collected the flowers and tied them together with a bit of material ripped from her skirt. She doesn't care; she's wearing some of her tattiest clothes because she was going trekking in the countryside, and she didn't want to ruin her nice dresses. She must look a right sight to Hattie. Nevertheless, Eponine stands up and goes to Hattie.

"Oh your coat, Madame. It is lovely.And your hat. That is what I want, I think. A matching set like that. Will we really go to a flower shop? I'll pay you back, Madame. You may take it from my wages."

There's another mischievous laugh at that.

[Hattie had to admit, Eponine had a knack for working with what she had. And... That tattered dress? How was this girl not freezing her butt off? Something was strange there.. But more importantly, she looked horrible. On the other hand, she's very proud thanks to Eponine's flattery, and gives a smug smile.]

Well, in due time, Eponine. But you are going to need a winter coat; I don't know how you do it. And yes, we will go to the flower shop and you may choose the flowers. Under a respectable budget.

[Seventy dollars will do, she thinks. And here Hattie reveals the rub.]

Hmn. Well then, I suppose you'll have to work tonight after all, won't you? After the gathering? This way, Eponine.

[And she heads to the car.]

[Eponine shrugs]

Is it cold, Madame? I don't feel cold at all. It is funny, that. Since I have been here, I have not been cold...

[She nods. Of course, she was going to keep under a budget. She had been thinking more along the lines of 'ten dollars', rather than an extravagant seventy.]

Than- what? Tonight?

[She follows Hattie a little reluctantly, still clutching her straggling posy.]

And walk home in the darkness?

[Sometimes, she HATES Hattie.]

[Hattie raises a brow.]

Yes, Eponine, it's freezing today. That is certainly rather.. Strange. You can still feel your fingers and toes, yes?

[She gets inside the car's back, then slides over to allow Eponine in- She has someone driving her today!]

Yes, tonight. And it'd be ridiculous to send you home, there's no point in that if you're coming back in the morning. [She points to the flowers.] Those stay outside, thank you very much.

[Eponine looked down at her feet - clad, for once, in boots - in surprise.]

but yes. Of course I can. To me it feels like the warmest day of summer, Madame.

[She drops the posy reluctantly, though not before untying the rag of ribbon, which she uses to scrag her mop of hair back.]

so I may stay at your house? In one of the nice rooms? That WILL be good.

[ ... ok. ]

I see. And you said you were cold back in France, yes?

[She tells the driver where to go, then thinks a moment about the question. Hattie was thinking the couch would be fine, actually.]

You may stay at the house, yes. No strings attached.

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[Whoops! Hi Hattie!]

La, I hath a bottle of red - the white isn't quite as crisp, but it chills within the refrigerator.

Saint Catherine is a martyr saint - popular in my time period. She suffered great torture for her belief and was consecrated by my church. On the anniversary of her execution, there art parades and feasts in her honor in the villages.

And nay! Thou art my guests, 'twouldn't be fair to thee!

Oh. I have never seen a parade for someone who is executed - except people going to see them being hanged. And then when they tear down the body and the family have to grab it quick.

[She doesn't know what a martyr saint is.] It is strange that the church makes a feast for a criminal.

Madame Hattie is to come and collect me - so I will come with her. Thank you, Madame, for letting me come.

'Tis what happens when one is martyred. If one gives themself to God and yet suffer terribly, they may yet see the kingdom of heaven, and that is martyrdom.

Sadly, it only works if ye're a great figure of sacrifice and belief.

La, I shalt see ye both presently!

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