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"Chanel." Ida drawled the word as if tasting it on her tongue.

Michele pointedly ignored the wives' chatter. All mindless entertainment in the form of Edan discovering his daughter may've been in and out of the Crossworlds aside, Galletti did not want whatever dalliances his daughter may've been involved in aired at this dinner table.

"Well... I couldn't really experiment on one of them. She's - I... just wouldn't want to try. But I did try - with Fletcher!" Cloasse enthused, a smile brushing onto her face like the hint of blush that crawled onto her cheeks. "I thought it might be interesting, but it really wasn't quite as exciting as I'd hoped."

As Cloasse named her friend, Michele's knee jerked underneath the table, bumping into Ida's and prompting a disgruntled frown. "Michele, would you like some more water? Jasen, dear, pass your uncle the water, please."

Jasen's 'uncle' was too busy staring down his daughter to even notice whether or not Jase carried out his aunt's request.

"I've met a few other people, too... but it's mostly the books I go for," Cloasse hastily amended. "Only the books."