A coffee for two!

[Claire Edmonton]

More or less expecting to be contacted again once Coco showed up in town and settled in, Claire pulled her Ghost up to the Starbucks and eyed the place. She had not particularly cared for the place, the only chain of edibles she could remember visiting, but tonight was about meeting an old friend, and not drinking their mediocre coffee.

Parking her lovingly detailed car, if it really were love she was paying for from the mechanic who took housecalls, she stepped out and waved to Coco. She'd worn that same white and black striped dress that was clearly her casual favorite, or at least, another that looked identical to the one she'd had in Manhattan. For some reason or other, she was still exactly the same size as when they'd last seen one another. It was uncanny.

Strutting over in that egomaniacal way her hips insisted on moving, she smiles and says, "It is so wonderful to see you again, darling. How ever have you been lately?" Her full accent speeds through the words with that familiar pacing that always seems to sound caffeine induced, as she has not the slightest inclination to tone down her Manhattanite dialect.

[Claire Edmonton]

Claire moves quickly enough to not let Coco's guidance turn into a harsh tug, placing herself in a seat with a beaming smile for her old friend. "Indeed, I heard how the mayoral race is in shambles. Maybe if I head back and give a few harsh looks, it will settle down?"

Politics acknowledged for humorous purposes. Next topic.

She follows Coco's gaze to her car, appreciating her appreciation smugly. "Indeed. I had that here waiting for me. I refused to be so cliché as getting a convertible here."

Straight to business. I always did like you, she thinks in her friend's direction, before ruminating upon which subjects to cover in which order. "The local Prince is charming, you should know. I do not believe that this place is as high paced as our prior residence. Everything has proceeded swimmingly, and you may have noticed I've picked up a new trick. And I quit the Circle. Anything else you should like to hear about? You always absorb all of the details, anyway."

[Claire Edmonton]

"I've missed you too, darling. Definitely more than the traffic. You know you can actually drive here without wanting to immediately kill someone? It can take entire minutes to set in." Her dark sense of humor has not changed any since she left New York, and she moves on from the subject of road rage casually.

"It certainly helps to keep things civil. I'm used to jealousy, but being eaten is another matter," she half-jests, leaning in conspiratorially for her next remark, "Of all the things my family does not know about, I imagine that news would upset them more than anything. And I just sent my grandfather a lovely card for his birthday."

Though it may have been an exaggeration to say her relations should be more alright with drinking blood than pseudo-marxist politics, she said it with an odd degree of sincerity, as though she may believe it should be true.

"So did you really come all this way just because you miss me? Or do you have other designs you might like to fill me in on."

[Claire Edmonton]

Claire raised an eyebrow, remarking, "That's all beautifully mysterious, but you know as well as I we've never been at cross purposes. One of these days you may as well just tell me what you are up to, but it does not have to be tonight. What else should we discuss?"

She thought to ask fashion trends or haute cuisine, but realized she probably followed those more closely than Coco cared to.

[Claire Edmonton]

"As do I, darling," Claire replies with a smirk, contemplating her own compartmentalization. So far she'd never mixed business, blood, and romance any which way.

She pondered the list of notables, before rambling off a series of descriptions. "The Movement here has a miserable diva for a leader, name of Cohen. Watch out for her, as she seems hellbent on getting in trouble. Biggest name of the Lancea Sanctum is Reeve Dillon Connery. Surprisingly sweet from what I can gather, and probably attractive. I am not the expert there. The local Ordo is bigger than the both of those together with room to spare, with the sweetest little Herald Martha Villiers their heir apparent. Does not seem the type to rock the boat, though, so she is a safe choice for stable, long term planning. And of course, His Highness, Our Prince, is heading a band of very competent and discreet Invictus as far as I can tell. They always were more my speed than this hocus pocus nonsense, but I can certainly say the local Hierophant is kind, even if I am not sure if he knows what he is trying to do. Hence my decision to move on to more appropriate allegiances. I can introduce you to any of the aforementioned, and that primer will get you started on the movers and the shakers within this Domain. Questions?"

She settles to the back of her seat when she finishes her verbal tour.