Monica offered a brief smile to the man who seemed to have imprinted on her. Well, with the amount of social graces the man exhibited, it was probably for the better for him to be around someone with a more refined social arsenal. Speaking of which, he did suggest that this other Master might be one of those with the poorer social skills for themselves, adding a whisper he perhaps thought she would not notice. She did, but amidst all the music and conversation, there was no way she could make that one out of there. Besides, if he really spoke it out loud, it wouldn't be anything too important. Though he was a man of surprises, especially when it had come to unorthodox decisions in sharing knowledge. It was almost refreshing after all the scheming and plotting of the Game.

"Surely you would not suggest it to be Mr. Iron, would you? Granted, we have not seen them speak, but nor have we seen them write. And would Mr. Iron seek a hookah? No, we must consider someone else. Not Hearts or Cups either, to be sure..." she replied with things she was sure both of them were aware by now. Just the kind of non-participation that made the other side feel themselves smart and speak more of it with their suspicions being seemingly confirmed. Yet without playing a single card of her own. But there was something she might in fact add to the discourse.

"But Arthur, you have seen that apart from arriving at a similar time, they seem to prefer to distance one another, have you not? Mr. Wines even avoids the tables close to them", she suggested something that seemed to hold true. At least until now, the two had avoided any and all interaction they could. But who would it be... The poet twirled her parasol absent mindedly, small ribbons at the tips of the metal frame flipping daintily in the air accompanied by an occasional small jingle from a decorative bell. The stone faces of the constables saw no change, but the occasional glance from under their caps told Lady Monica that her interest had been noted. To her, this was almost an invitation. But surely she would not dare? If masters were behind this, her mask would do nothing. They knew already who she was.

Then it struck her. Of course! The hookah, it was something to do with... Mr. Spices! Naturally! ...maybe. She couldn't still be quite sure. But it seemed much more accurate a guess than any of the other Masters. Chimes? No, no. Or could it still be Apples... no. The more she thought, the more sense Mr. Spices as a possibility began to make. But why? The parasol stopped making its circles with her other hand leaving the handle be to raise to her chin. "I have an idea, Arthur dear. How about you? Penny for your thoughts?" she turned back towards her new acquaintance with the barest hint of a smirk.

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