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When; Backdated to Friday evening (21st)
Rating; PG
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windsorknot
Summary; In which Arthur pays Rosella a friendly visit.
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Arthur wasn't really sure of what to expect from this visit. It only recently occurred to him that he'd never actually met Rosella in person. Not that this was anything new; he had a network of contacts back in his world of whom he'd only met about half. The rest were obscure names displayed on computer screens attached to numbers and secure emails that he knew to trust.

This situation was different, though. For one, it wasn't business. She was... he figured the word "friend" was appropriate here, as little as he used that word to describe anyone he knew here. He also couldn't remember the last time he'd dropped by someone's house in such a quaint and innocuous fashion. It somewhat reminded him of a time when paying the Cobbs a friendly visit was a part of his regular routine.

He reached up to knock on the door while resisting the urge to grimace. Reminiscing about the past was never really his thing. No point in starting now.

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Fortunately for Arthur, Rosella had been expecting--and eagerly hoping for, thanks to the influence of the day's curse--a knock at the door, which meant that despite being halfway across the Warehouse at the time, she still heard the faint announcement of Arthur's arrival from down in the kitchen. After a quick check of the oven to ensure that nothing would burn while she made a dash for the door, she ducked out of the kitchen and hurried to answer the knock, brushing her hands over her skirt as she went in an attempt to remove the light dusting of flour that currently covered it. The last thing she wanted was to look a mess in front of a guest, after all--and especially one on whom she'd be making her first impression.

As she came to a halt in front of the door, Rosella gave herself one last quick glance-over before pulling it open, smiling brightly in greeting as she caught sight of her guest for the first time. "Oh, hello!" she said cheerfully. "You must be Arthur. How very nice to meet you at last!"

"Which would make you Miss Rosella." Arthur cracked a genuine smile while staying where he was on the door step. Better to wait to be invited inside than to just step forward on his own and chance coming off as rude, he figured.

"It's nice to finally meet you as well," he added in a friendly tone.

"It would, yes," she affirmed with a nod, stepping to the side and pulling the door the rest of the way with her. "Please do come in, won't you? I've a few things going in the kitchen at the moment, but if you'll forgive me a moment to get them settled, I'll be able to give you my complete attention. Do you like sweets?"

The first thing that Arthur noticed as he stepped inside was the overwhelming scent of baked goods hanging in the air. It was far from unpleasant, but not exactly what he'd been expecting either. He turned his attention back to Rosella to answer her question.

"I like them well enough. And sure, I'll wait here while you get everything ready, then?" It was mostly true. Unless they were talking about cupcakes that were more icing than actual cake.

"If you like, or you're welcome to come down to the kitchen if you'd rather! I don't know if Miss Saya and Nigel are around at the moment--or if they are, they might be busy, just the same. The Warehouse is certainly big enough that we can all keep to our own business quite easily, of course," she elaborated, closing the door behind him. "Or I can show you to the den and you can make yourself at home while I finish up. It's just on the way."

Arthur adjusted the messenger bag strap on his shoulder before responding, "I'll take the den, if you don't mind."

"Right this way, then!" she said, leading him away from the door and further into the Warehouse. Despite the massive size of the building, the route to their destination was actually a relatively short one; a short veer away from the door followed by a brief walk down a hallway. "It's so lovely to see you, and it'll only be a moment, I promise."

Then, at last, she paused to gesture-- "It's that door just to the left, and please do make yourself at home!" --before darting off to the right, hurrying back to the kitchen to retrieve her latest culinary accomplishment from the oven, and to assemble a plate of treats for them to snack on as they talked.

"Thanks." Arthur nodded to Rosella before following her directions to the den. He watched her dart back to the kitchen out of the corner of his eye as he opened the door to the den.

The den itself was what nothing out of the ordinary. There was well cared-for furniture and tasteful decorations strung around — possibly remnants of the holiday season. Arthur set his bag on the floor before shrugging off his coat, folding it, and setting it on a chair carefully. He let himself relax a bit as he settled into one of the nicer chairs in the room. As was his habit, he glanced around the room, taking every detail in carefully.

True to her promise, Rosella wasn't gone long; she'd gotten quite efficient about this sort of multitasking in her years at the Warehouse, and so it was only a minute or two before she came trotting into the den herself, bearing a plate of brownies, chocolate-chip cookies, and miniature carrot cakes.

"There! All settled. And please do help yourself, of course," she said, setting the treats well within reach before taking up a seat herself in one of the chairs near Arthur's. "Really, it's so nice to have you for a visit. Were you able to find your way to the Warehouse all right?"

Arthur considers the treat-filled plates for a moment before finally answering, "I've learned to get around the City pretty easily, so it wasn't too bad."

He reaches for a brownie and takes a bite. Brownies aren't exactly his favorite, but he's not strongly opposed to them either. "This's pretty good." And he really does mean it.

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