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[color=skyblue]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Dining Room
[color=skyblue]Skills[/color]: N/A
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As Tony walked back towards his seat, he couldn’t help but hear a few whispered words of… Spanish? Maybe? “Spanish. Shit.” … “I… you…”  Shaking his head at how incomprehensible the overheard conversation was, Tony quietly returned to his seat amidst various conversations without any further comments, except one: Beatrice leaning across the table to thank him for taking care of Lawrence, despite his behavior. [color=skyblue]“It’s no trouble,”[/color] Tony answered, smiling slightly. Looking around, he noticed that the table was noticeably split in half by the gap made by the absences of Agatha and Lawrence. [color=skyblue]“I didn’t expect my skills to be needed on this trip, but I’m more than happy to be of help. Hopefully he has the sense to regret his choices when he’s sober.”[/color]

Thankfully, it wasn’t long after Tony returned to his seat that the waitstaff came around to collect what was left of the salads, and delivered the main courses and their accompanying wines. The steak looked absolutely superb, cooked to perfection; and although he was no wine expert, he knew enough to know that you’re supposed to pair a red wine with a steak, and he had no doubt that it would be an incredible pairing. Taking a bite and a sip confirmed that his assumption was correct. [color=skyblue]”My compliments to the chef,”[/color] he heard himself say to no one in particular.

“Oh Gordon is a wizard in the kitchen,” Beatrice informs Tony. “I'll make sure he gets your compliment.”

[color=#e31e1e]”I do have to say, everything has been incredible.”[/color]

Tony looked up as each of the women sitting across from him spoke in turn; first the middle-aged La Lune, then the young nominee that had steamed her clothes. [color=skyblue]”Incredible is definitely the right word for it,”[/color] he agreed. [color=skyblue]”I don’t believe we’ve properly introduced ourselves yet. I’m Tony, and you are..?”[/color]

[color=#e31e1e]”Oh, I’m Constance, Constance Monroe, a pleasure to meet you Tony. I do apologize for not being able to shake your hand, but a little hard from across the table.”[/color] She chuckled softly at that point.

Tony smiled politely in return. Her name sounded familiar, but he couldn’t place it. [color=skyblue]”It would indeed, but I’m sure there’ll be plenty of time for that later,”[/color] he replied. Perhaps time for more than just handshakes too, he thought…  She’s young, fit, good looking, and seemingly the only other nominee with even the slightest idea of how to act in polite company - he was trying his best to ignore the absurd behavior of the nominees on the other end of the table - so why not? Plus maybe at some point he’ll remember why her name sounds familiar. [color=skyblue]Damn it,[/color] he realized, [color=skyblue]another fucking mystery to figure out… this is getting ridiculous.[/color]

For the moment, Tony put the mysteries aside and focused on eating his steak. This, at least, was something straightforward. An excellent cut and perfectly cooked, full of flavor on its own; the only mystery was why anyone would think such a steak needs sauce. Wait… that’s another mystery. [color=skyblue]Damn it.[/color]