More Than a Minor Confusion ((93))

[victoriousscarf]

"Point," he murmured, noticing her half smile and offering her a grin. "He is rather a force of nature in his own right. I cannot seem to think of any routine sticking around long. Besides the smoking I suppose, and," he added hastily. "I'm sure marriage, if it counts as a routine."

[Meadowlark]

"Something like that. I just don't even know what I'm doing some days, much less what he is. What of you? What changes your routine?"

[victoriousscarf]

He paused for a long moment, trying to think of what he could possibly say. "Well, life, at the moment," he answered. "It's odd when you've spent the first twenty some odd years of your live doing one thing to suddenly be in an entirely different world. There's work, and such things." Honestly, he felt jealous of how casually she could mention being married to Macavity in ways he could never admit to Coricopat's influence on his life.

[Meadowlark]

Griddlebone smiled faintly at that, shaking her head, "Social changes I can understand. Life has a way of destroying routines far more quickly than anything else."

[victoriousscarf]

"It's been a long year," he said softly. "I was a street magician a year and change ago. I had my own street corner with a nice bench and everything. Now I'm hounded by reporters and one of the top ten richest toms in the city, not to mention one of the only single ones on that list."

[Meadowlark]

"A long year indeed," Grids shook her head. "A year ago I was running an...establishment down by the docks, now I am wife to one of the toms on the upper rung of the social ladder and expecting his kit. Something tells me that we've both got a lot to do to block out the whispers."

[victoriousscarf]

"Oh, they're not even bothering with whispers at this point," Mistoffelees smiled. "But a point well taken."

[Meadowlark]

That earned a bit of a grin as the waiter came to see if they were ready to place their orders. Griddlebone glanced at Mistoffelees, she still had yet to decide, but if he was ready she had narrowed it down to a couple of different items.

[victoriousscarf]

Eyes scanning the menu quickly, Mistoffelees decided quickly enough, placing the order and glancing at his lunch companion.

[Meadowlark]

Grids placed her order, handing off her menu before turning back to Mistoffelees, "I've seen you around the Demoniaque before I believe. Are you in business with Mac?"

[victoriousscarf]

His smile turned slightly strained. "Well, you could probably say that. I was employed by him for a while and, his lawyer is mine, so half the time I'm around for him as much as Macavity." It was hard to describe, 'oh certainly, I work for him in the underworld.'

[Meadowlark]

Griddlebone's gaze swept over the small tom, nodding slightly. She had no idea how much he knew, "What did you do while employed by him?" She sipped at her water.

[victoriousscarf]

"I mentioned I used to be a street magician right?" he offered. "I was working on the tenth floor." He didn't quite come out and say card dealer, but if he knew anything about the floor it was likely she would figure it out.

[Meadowlark]

The white queen nodded slightly, "I see. Did you enjoy your work?"

[victoriousscarf]

"In some ways," he replied. "It was nice to have an income and certainly meant meeting interesting people. I have to say, I'm still sorta terrified some rich old politician is going to recognize me at some gala and ask if I didn't once beat him at cards."