Circe was tempted to try flirting with Oliver at this point, given his nervousness. But two things stopped her. His possible lingering loyalty to Anne was the higher priority. The lower? Her track record of flirting with guys that turned out to be gay in this town. 1 hit out of the last 8.
Circe smiles at Titania, "LA Hedge and courts are pretty much the urban hellscape Hollywood movies predicated it'd become," she'd made so much monies selling from the Bay to LA. "So, low bar Titania."
Circe sips her coffee. Exaggeration? Maybe, but she hated LA traffic.
"What really helps that the bosses are all friends," she assures Oliver and Titania, "None of that, follow my gang's boss ta hate the other gang shit. Unlike the previous leadership," Circe pulls out a Krimpet and makes a sound of disgust. Then pauses, "That's at the prior boss meetings, not the cake."
She feels she is assuring them. "I mean, it was really, really," Circe says really a few more times VERY rapidly, "Weird when the Summer muscle-head is the voice of peace between the four courts. I called the previous bosses out on that when I met with them," Circe laughs, "Oh ho ho ho! That actually got 'em to stop each time. Guess it didn't compute. It didn't fer me," she points the Krimpet at herself and bites into it.
Oh, these were nice. It had creme filling. Good thing she had pockets to take samples. She'd have to bring some of these for bartering with hobs.