The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Oh, yes, rather!" she laughs in response. "I see. Thank you for telling me -- I want to be sure our household makes a fine showing."

[Paerle Emerison]

"In the spirit of that, I should probably inform you that it's, ah, how did that surfacer merchant put it? Ah yes. It's 'simply not done' for a household to invite the same person more than once. Or to compete with itself," she explains delicately, hoping Coquette catches the implications.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Ah, I see. Is there some list of who is inviting who that I should know about?"

[Paerle Emerison]

"No, that's handled by the invitees," Paerle says, shaking her head. "A holdover from the competitive origin."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Alright, that makes sense." She smiles. "I'm sure Estelle has plans anyway, so I'll talk to her about it."

[Paerle Emerison]

Good, she did catch that hint about coordinating with Telly. Newcomer or not, it would be dreadfully embarrassing if she made such a simple mistake. "Good. And now I shall misbehave, just a little," she says with an impish smile. "It's rude to invite people before the first of the month. Unrelatedly, I hope you'll find some time to dine with me in the not soon but not far away future. Say perhaps a month, give or take?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"That would..." She pauses, then, and then recovers: "be up to my wife's wife, of course, as the most senior of the wives."

[Paerle Emerison]

Paerle sighs a little, inclining her head. "Of course," she murmurs, then offers,  "...such an invitation would be open to just you, or you and your husband, if that is... more convenient."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"On behalf of myself and my husband, I will accept," she says, with a pleased smile. 

[Paerle Emerison]

"Thank you, Coquette. I'm... I'm very pleased you're-- you'd be so happy to dine with me, should such an invite be given in a fortnight or so." She winks at the other woman.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I would be happy to. You have been kind to me, despite your... Reputation."

[Paerle Emerison]

Oh would people get over that! As if no-one else ever had a bit of fun. "Thank you," she repeats softly. "Second chances are... rare here."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Bright gods above know that I have needed second chances myself," Coquette admits with a shy smile. 

[Paerle Emerison]

Clearing her throat, Paerle takes a sip of her tea before moving them past the emotional moment. "Do you have any ideas you'd like to suggest for your dinner offerings?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I suppose that depends. My staff have always done the cooking for guests, but I do know a number of Alessan and Glalian dishes that may be interesting due to their exoticism? I wish I knew how to make gelatin molds, like Father used to prepare for feast days, but I never learned as a girl."