Hazelnuts and plaid

[Aveline Vallen]

Aveline nods gravely. "Assuming it isn't, ah, a certain schemer of ours, then this could be good for us," she murmurs. "For the trial, that is."

[Isabela]

Isabela nods. "Incentive to exonerate her, that's for sure."

[Aveline Vallen]

Aveline nods. "We can use the existence of a leak in their investigation to demand oversight," she adds, then exhales sharply. "But we can't afford to waste time. Wylde, forward march." A beat. "Ah, please?" the off-duty Captain adds.

[Wylde]

"Yes ma'am." 

[Marian Hawke]

Hawke saunters from the kitchen to the back hallways at Voice, munching on an apple -- disgusting, but it makes a good alibi for where I've been, what I've been up to. She doesn't expect to see anyone back here, not this time of day, when most of the whores are sleeping and the rest ought to be scurrying about trying to find Hawke. 

[Nox]

"Hawke?" 

Except, it seems, for this one asshole aasimar. The blond stares at Hawke, a heavy sack of flour hefted over his shoulder. That might explain why there'd been a bunch of bowls and ingredients sitting out...

[Marian Hawke]

Crap, which one was that again? Ah yes: "Nox," she says, startled. "I was grabbing a snack," she adds, lifting her apple. 

[Nox]

He stares at her, bewildered. "Here?" He looks around. "Where are Aveline or Zevran? Isabela?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Zev's having a nap, and Aveline had to run an errand at the guard station, so I said I'd meet her here when she's done." She shrugs. "No big deal. Having a good afternoon?"

[Nox]

"...I thought you weren't allowed to be out of Aveline's sight," Nox says slowly.

[Marian Hawke]

Isn't she? Fuck. "That's a bit of an exaggeration. She just has to know where I am at all times." She lifts her foot, showing the ankle band still in place. "Which she does."

[Nox]

That seems to pass at least some muster, so to speak. "Oh. I suppose I misunderstand?" he offers, then shrugs. "Well, anyway. I could use a hand; I'm making fruit bread. But I might have time to make a pie as well, if someone helps."

[Marian Hawke]

She grins. "Is that a euphemism?" she asks, in a low voice. Please say yes.

[Nox]

Nox snorts, giving her an amused look. "No, I'm actually making bread," he answers her. "But maybe if you're a good baker's assistant, you can help bring a loaf up to Lux for a shared... snack." 

[Marian Hawke]

"I doubt I have that much time, but I can help for a little." And I can slip a little something extra into your bread while we cook.