[@pyroman] Marilyn shifted her gaze from the plates before her to the chef and then to her butler, her lips twitching up into a small smile. 

"Arigato Ueda-san, it's lovely." Her voice was scratchy and Marilyn swallowed slowly and focused completely on her food. Eros hissed diddly and unwound from around Marilyn'a shoulders, landing on the carpet he curls up and drifts off to sleep. Picking up her fork and beginning to eat, she silently hopes that Artemis won't verbally speak of what happened last night in front of the chef. 

Sighing softly she swallows the food and feels her tense muscles relaxing at the warmth and soothing feel it gives as it goes down her throat. 

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Coming to a stop before the familiar estate, Solomon gracefully leaps out for the door and waits long enough for his companion to emerge before walking to the front doors. He'd waited months to see Marilyn, hopefully she still wasn't Mas at him, the argument had been stupid and childish. Lifting his gloved hand and knocking on the white oak door, he waits to be let inside, barely fwelding the cold air as it wipes around them.