[She hasn't been here very long. Everything she's seen seems to be evidence to the contrary, and a lot of Lucifer sucking up to the people upstairs. But then, she realizes, given how close Lucifer and Fitz are, that it's possible he knows something she doesn't.]
[Some people see sucking up, and others see keeping one's enemies close.]
Something like that. There aren't many places here that might accommodate conversation of that sort. Hard to tell who's listening when so many demons have enhanced senses.
Waverly reaches for her notebook and starts writing something, almost like she's taking notes. For one, sound proofing a saferoom at Hella Shorty's might be a good idea. But in the interim, they can make due with hoping it's in a place where demons won't actively go.]
Good point. I guess finding places like that should probably be high on the priority list.
[He trails off as she writes. He's quiet as he accepts his drink order and knocks a gulp of it back.]
But I hope you understand that a plan like what you're suggesting would take time. It's the sort of thing that can only be attempted once. It needs to be perfectly crafted to maximize the chance for success.
[Not maybe in the sense that he's wrong - the plan should absolutely take time and make sure it minimizes as much collateral damage as possible. She tears out the page she was scribbling on, and folds it in half before passing it to him. It reads:
If you want a demon-free space, at least in intent, come to Hella Shorty's.
The address in Hellburbia is underneath.]
But I don't think that should preclude us from trying.
[He accepts the note and glances at it briefly before stowing it in a pocket. He doesn't make any further eye contact.]
Getting late, yeah? Perhaps we can chat more another time. Nothing but time available to us, after all. I'm certain we've covered everything you set out to discuss.
[If he has an issue with a change in venue, he doesn't vocalize it.]
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[She hasn't been here very long. Everything she's seen seems to be evidence to the contrary, and a lot of Lucifer sucking up to the people upstairs. But then, she realizes, given how close Lucifer and Fitz are, that it's possible he knows something she doesn't.]
Unless there's something he's shared with you?
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Something like that. There aren't many places here that might accommodate conversation of that sort. Hard to tell who's listening when so many demons have enhanced senses.
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Waverly reaches for her notebook and starts writing something, almost like she's taking notes. For one, sound proofing a saferoom at Hella Shorty's might be a good idea. But in the interim, they can make due with hoping it's in a place where demons won't actively go.]
Good point. I guess finding places like that should probably be high on the priority list.
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[He trails off as she writes. He's quiet as he accepts his drink order and knocks a gulp of it back.]
But I hope you understand that a plan like what you're suggesting would take time. It's the sort of thing that can only be attempted once. It needs to be perfectly crafted to maximize the chance for success.
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[Not maybe in the sense that he's wrong - the plan should absolutely take time and make sure it minimizes as much collateral damage as possible. She tears out the page she was scribbling on, and folds it in half before passing it to him. It reads:
If you want a demon-free space, at least in intent, come to Hella Shorty's.
The address in Hellburbia is underneath.]
But I don't think that should preclude us from trying.
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Getting late, yeah? Perhaps we can chat more another time. Nothing but time available to us, after all. I'm certain we've covered everything you set out to discuss.
[If he has an issue with a change in venue, he doesn't vocalize it.]
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Thanks again, for coming. I know you and Wynonna don't see eye to eye, but I appreciate you talking to me.
[Waverly also doesn't agree with everything, but she's ... a little more civil than her sister.]