Evening, July the 7th
"May I get you a snack? You most likely could use a bit of energy, tea and biscuits perhaps?" Roxie was standing near the stove with another kettle of boiling water.
"Yes please, whatever you have would be great. But please Roxie-san, it’s Midori, it’s just the two of us now." She smiled, hoping it would stick this time.
Roxie was turned away so Midori couldn’t see her face, but when she turned around with a glass of rich red-brown Irish tea on a saucer with three cookies she was smiling. “Of course, Ms. Midori – here you go.”
Midori sighed, well, it’s a victory… sorta.
Roxie then brought a small silver sugar bowl and creamer set, placing next to Midori’s refreshments.
The young Japanese girl prepared the tea the way she preferred, a spoonful of sugar with plenty of heavy cream. It was delicious tea and much higher quality than she was used to here in the States. Gourmet coffee was common in her experience, tea not so much. Roxie, undoubtedly to make Midori feel more at ease, also made herself a cup.
After a while, Roxie returned the kettle to the flame and Midori needed small talk. “Roxie-san, may I be so bold as to ask you a few questions?”
Roxie fixed Midori with her blue eyes over the rim of the teacup. “If I may ask questions in return, and that I may refuse to answer any particular question for reasons of my own. Remember that lying directly to a Fae is unwise.”
Midori felt a moment’s hesitation, This is one of the Fae Midori. Real Fae. Full Fae. Not like Conor. Be careful, be specific!
“Uh, of course, if I may likewise refuse to answer.”
“Of course, Ms. Midori.” Roxie set down the tea; it clinked daintily on the saucer. “Questions three?”
“Hai. That should be plenty. Roxie-san, has Conor-no-kimi spoken of me since Friday?”
“Yes. Do you intend Lord Dallas to sire a child upon thee?”
Midori sputtered her drink, “No! No! No, not anything like that.” She could feel her face turning a bright shade of pink. "No, in fact Claret and I were discussing when would be the best time this month… " She then realized that in light of the question she had asked, she was over-answering.
She took a moment to get control of her cheeks. “Wow, what kind of a question is that?!”
Roxie didn’t even appear fazed, “Among my duties are to bring to my Lord’s attention potential problems and matters with which he must deal appropriately. As I am unaware of all nuances regarding your ceremony nor your ultimate intent, it was a point of concern and I needed the information. You have one question remaining.”
Midori’s eyes grew big, Crap! Crapcrapcrap!
The Fae continued on smoothly, “Is the favour you seek to bestow intended to be simply physical or the prelude to something romantic?”
Yep, pink flushed cheeks came right back. “Um” She considered not answering; this was like a game of truth or dare taken to 11. But then again, Claret had more or less asked this same question just the other night. “Uh…” With a glance back at the main portion of the house to ensure nobody was walking up, she whispered. “… phys… physical.”
She couldn’t help but notice that after her answer, Roxie’s body language very subtly relaxed. Was Roxie jealous? Of her? No that’s silly.
Think Midori. You have one question left. Get to the point, ask what you really wanted to know before you screw up your last question. “Roxie-san, why the corporation, the trust, the accountants and all the legal stuff?”
Roxie seemed to consider her answer, “It is for your protection. A Corporation is a legal entity, thus it is a creature brought into existence by mortal craft. True, it is a slave creature of its master or masters, but in many ways it is a separate entity on par with a Homunculus or Golem.”
She set down her teacup. “By having you go through this… construct… you and other mortals like yourself are not getting into direct pacts and agreements with Lord Silverhand. To do so would put you directly in his power. His Lordship does this to protect the mortals that he cares for, from himself.”
Midori wanted time to ponder what Roxie had just said, but it wasn’t to be.
“Jade Court and the Yakuza aside… do your studies in the arts and mysteries of your parental homeland bring additional foes and enmities for this Household or my Lord?”
She was confident about this one, “None of which I am aware.”
The young Japanese lady ate one of her cookies to stall for time. Roxie just drank her tea, slowly.
“Roxie-san… rather than… can we just … would it be possible…” She sighed. Just say it! “Can we simply be friends?”
The Sidhe said nothing, she simply sipped her tea. “Ms. Midori, I am Oathsworn to my Lord Conor. Implied in my Oath is to look favorably upon all that he looks favorably upon… to like all that he likes, you could say. You need not worry about those sorts of things.”
“So I can ask questions and get to know you without having to go through an ancient ritual? Just chat?”
Roxie picked up the kettle, several cups, saucers, tea bags, and the creamer/sugar bowl set and placed them all on a tray. “Of course Ms. Midori, though you should expect a reciprocal question anyway… consider it getting to know you.” Roxie grinned as she turned to walk out with the tray.
“Wait wait Roxie-san!”
The Fae paused at the hallway.
“Why will you not simply call me Midori?”
Roxie smiled, “Because you use -san Ms. Midori.” She then walked out to attend to her Lord’s guests.
Morning, July the 9th
One advantage of it being morning would be that Claret would still be in bed. At least, that’s what Midori told herself as she, with shoes and purse in her hands, tiptoed across the apartment back to her room.
Once safely behind her door, she undressed and then slipped into her sleepwear. She settled into her bed and had just closed her eyes to begin the blissful process of catching up on sleep when her door swung open.
She cracked open one eye…
“Youuuu must tell me EVERYTHING! Give me ALLLLLL the details!” Claret looked even more like a madwoman than usual.
Lover’s eyes of blue
The summer moon shined brightly
Today a woman
I believe this resolves this particular plot grenade Stagelucas (as Midori) threw at Conor.