There'll be lots of time and wine (closed)

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Who: Tadhg MacEibhir and Angela Montenegro.
What: A picnic date! With dessert first.
Where: Starts at the Valhalla, will move to Barrackham because trees.
When: Noon on Sukkardi until however late it goes.
Warnings: It is Angela and Tadhg, so probably frank language at least.

Tadhg returns to the inn to pick up Angela a few minutes early. Promptness is not always his forte, but even he would find it difficult to forget about a date for which he's spent the morning preparing. He has several surprises planned for the afternoon; he can only hope she enjoys them all. Of course, a few of the surprises are more in the nature of revelations...

He detours upstairs to his room only long enough to snag a coat. Running about on his own four hooves kept him warm enough in the morning, but they'll take things slower on the way back, and the air outside has a nip of winter to it. Entering the common room, he looks around for Angela, fidgety and maybe ever so slightly nervous.

So far Angela has taken everything he's told her about himself in stride. Hopefully his good luck will hold today.

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They had planned on a picnic, in the middle of whatever goes for winter here in Baedal, which really is insane but insanity is what Angela does best. A heavy coat and hat really won't impede her in any way if she sets her mind to it. She has her own surprise in store for him, but that'll definitely come later.

Tadgh can find her easily in the common room, even though it's rather crowded with newcomers and residents alike, but Angela stands out amongst them even though her clothing isn't bright at all. Her mouth, however, is running a hundred miles an hour and her laughter is loud enough to bounce off the walls as she chats with an inn employee about nothing in particular. That's enough to make spotting her quick and easily if one wasn't blind or deaf.

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Tadhg is neither, and his trace of nerves vanishes when he spots his friend. Maneuvering carefully and quietly, he slips up behind her and politely waits for a brief pause in the conversation, at which point he puts his hands over Angela's eyes.

"Your fairy godfather is ready to steal you away for the afternoon," he murmurs in her ear. "Hopefully nothing will turn into a pumpkin during the proceedings, but he can make no promises."

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If only having eyes in the back of her head was a real concept (at least for normal humans), Angela would have prepared herself for this sneak attack of his warm breath on the shell of her ear without giving away one of the few things that could send pleasurable shivers down her spine. She laughs anyway, putting her hands on his but not removing them just yet.

"My godfather? I didn't think the mafia gave out glass slippers." Somebody in this city wouldn't be too amused if they knew Angela and Tadhg were making a mockery of her lifestory.