(2601 Sanctuary)

[Aurora]

If Thirteen was annoyed with Salem, Aurora figured it was none of her business. She tended to stay out others business unless she was brought into it.

“So then that would be a no to a karaoke night?” sounded like she was probably joking. Maybe.
Nodding, “If I’m remembering birds right, crows are the larger birds, beak and claw size. Though most pigeons I’ve seen are pretty damn fat and don’t seem too bright. But I haven’t studies them or anything, just casual observation.” But they didn’t seem too smart.

Sounded like Witch had been busy with her own things, which the Shaman completely got. That had been how her schedule had been as of late, barely any time to take on anything else. “If you ever need help with anything, I’m willing to lend a hand.” She offers to Witch.

A brief nod to Salem, “Sometimes that’s the best we can hope to do, survive. Same offer to you, once you get your things in order, if you need a hand with anything, feel free to reach out.” With the Consilium being as small as it was, they needed to work together.

Seemed birds were the topic of the day, and she only shrugs, “I have no idea, I only speak from walking and reading in the park. My studies haven’t been of birds, so I don’t know.”

[Thirteen]

She gave a nod towards Salem, and spoke nothing more of it. They'd speak again soon, just the Libertines. No need to let the Diamond Orders think there was some sort of drama there.

Thirteen raised an eyebrow at Chambers, "I got no idea if pigeon pie is any good, and I've no interest in findin' out." It sounded disgusting, and her expression made her feelings on it apparent. As for the spirit's predilection for classic rock music? She could only shrug. "I can't say. If he was hangin' around me for a long while before revealin' himself, that's the sort of music he'd hear most often."

The black feathered familiar didn't seem inclined to give a straight answer, himself. "That's a matter of national security."

The Hierarch's final question to her also received a less than satisfactory response, "Honestly, my pigeon knowledge is severely limited. I only gleaned a few things while studying crows." The Acanthus was no animal expert. Not by a long shot. What she knew of crows only came from her personal experiences and a few web articles she read.

The Enchantress didn't have much to say to Witch. She barely knew the woman, though it was clear the Guardian was respected by the others.

[Witch]

She nodded, a faint smile of gratitude at Chambers' lack of judgment on her patrol activities.

"For the most part. I have some stuff that I've been putting off and don't have many excuses left so there is that." A self-depreciating chuckle, after all ... who didn't have such. Dishes on the counter. Performance reviews to submit. Acamoths to deal with...

"Thank you, I'll definitely keep that in mind." She said toward Aurora. And she would. Aurora was about as far from a newbie as the city had- there was a good chance that if Witch ran into issues with the task, she would have at least an opinion on what to do if not outright good ideas.

[Salem]

The Warlock gives a nod over to Chambers. "And the lower-case J's..." he says. He's not happy about not knowing what's going on but he understands the caution at the same time. He glances towards the bulletin board from where he stands, eating a slice of Libertine-gifted pizza.

He nods over to the Thyrsus in agreement. "Will do.. If you need my assistance with anything, feel free to reach out."

He's happy that the other Libertine isn't truly upset with him. At least not openly. He's glad he'll be able to discuss things with her soon, for now he just shares her pizza and listens to the other Diamond mages.

Salem glances towards Witch and extends the offer to her as well, "If you need any help with anything I can help with.... let me know."

[Chambers]

The study of pigeons and their behaviours must be incredibly niche never mind dull so that no one knew if the stereotype held truth was at the end of unsurprising. "Well they get fed pretty well all in all no wonder they get rather round." Vermin all in all did very well off human existence. "I do know you can pay to feed them in Venice but that about exhausts a very short list of facts." And that was more about the city then birds.

Given the healthy weight of pigeons he could not help but think the pie might be pretty good himself. Thirteen's face said she thought differently. "You know I might see about making one all the same. It's a little bit of European history after all." The pictures he had seen would require some delicate hands for shaping he pastry. "I reckon I could make more then a passable attempt at it." And it had been some time since he had gone out of his way to experiment with his cooking.

The matter of the music was evidently sensitive so he lets it drop.

Putting something off made it sound like Witch had something dangerous or difficult lined up. Of course he knew of one such possibility but that was not for open conversation. Besides he could be quite wrong. "Well if you by the sanctum of a evening stop in. I've been spending more time there and can easily cook for two if it takes any pressure off." Easy guess what dinner was likely to be in the coming nights.

Salem might not look to happy but the hierarch is not going to shift on the matter today instead he carries on what seemed to have become a small jest. "Cross the t's Upper and lower of course." If only grammar could actually be funny.