The Hall, Dhemlan, Kaeleer, Monday Evening (Fandom Time)

[glacial_queen]

The Coach arrived on the landing web with a slight thump. Lucivar frowned a moment and then sighed. "So, I'm not a professional Coachman."

Karla looked up innocently. "I didn't say anything."

"But you were thinking it, witchling. I could tell." He hopped out of the Coach and opened the door for them, helping Karla out first. "Ready for your first view of SaDiablo Hall?" he rumbled at Warren.

From the landing web, only a side of the Hall could be seen, towering over acres of thick, lush lawns, gardens in a riot of colors, and even the hint of some not-so-distant woods.

"Show-off," Karla muttered, though she couldn't deny a bit of pride, either. "Let's go inside. They're probably waiting on us, I'm sure."

[Up late, but for SP goodness! Still for one, and nfb. Karla and Warren will be back on the island tonight.]

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[wwiii]

Warren nodded a very grateful nod toward Holt as he mopped off his face, still biting back a laugh as he did so.

"I've never had anything like it before," he replied. "That was amazing."

Yeah. His new favourite fruit just had to be the one that would never, ever show up in the supermarket in New York.

[glacial_queen]

Well, he'd just have to stay friends with Karla to make sure he was kept in ready supply, wouldn't he?

"You missed our trip to the orchards in Narkhava," Karla teased. "I came home with tons honey-pear cordials and liqueurs and chocolates and things."

Please don't ask why she hadn't shared any of that. There was totally a good reason, really.

[wwiii]

Oh, there wasn't much danger of Warren drifting away from Karla any time soon.

"I missed all of that, hm?" He grinned and reached for his fork, again. That torte still smelled amazing, and he couldn't resist it for much longer. "I guess that means you're going to have to make another trip there sometime."

[glacial_queen]

"Well, you did want to see a harvest festival, didn't you?" Karla teased. "And Narkhava is far enough away...so you'd be able to see more of Kaeleer," she added quickly.

Because that was what she'd been thinking of originally, really.

"Think about it: a full day of working in the orchard and then an evening filled with food and music and dancing. It's so much fun."

[wwiii]

Was it so that he could see more of Kaeleer, or so that he could see more of Kaeleer without more awkward dinners? Either way, Warren was smiling.

Smiling, and maybe melting a little at his first taste of Mrs. Beale's baking. The honey-pear had been good, true, but this was...

"Wow."

Oh, yes.

"And," he added, once his mind managed to catch up with him again, "that does sound like fun."

[glacial_queen]

She didn't mind waiting for his brain to finish processing. She understood the effect Mrs. Beale's cooking had on the uninitiated. And the initiated too, really.

"One problem with not planning this from the start," she murmured to Warren. "I don't think she had time to make us one to take back."