Amuné pursed her lips as a member of Tsitua's team demonstrated their utter disregard for her privacy.  She had to remind herself that they were probably leery of otera as well, and perhaps did not realize how it appeared to her.  She couldn't let dislike cloud her judgement.  "I have no intention of sharing your private information with others.  And if you think I have any attachment to the government, you couldn't be farther from the truth."  Government officials, human or otherwise, ranked rather high on the list of people she did not trust at all.

The mention of a flower shop got a lifted eyebrow, but she waved a hand at the compact storefront a few feet away.  "Right there," the young lady said. "Thank you for lunch, and I'll see you this evening."  With that, she turned to walk off.  Jareth gave a wave and a mostly cheerful farewell, then followed suit.

"So what do you think?" he asked, once they were a couple blocks away.
"I have no idea what to think," his friend replied, furrowing her brow.  "But one thing is certain, trouble is on its way."  Amuné shook her head.  "Looks like I'd bwetter make my excuses for classes, shouldn't I?"

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The waitress came over to the Orion's table.  "How're ya doing, cutie?" she asked, flashing a wide smile at him.  "I'm Cera, and I'll be taking care of you.  Special today is elf -- a young one, actually, so that's particularly rare.  Donated, of course."  

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