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Raine set the report aside and rubbed their eyes. "What's next on the agenda, Jerbo?"
"Me." Eda waltzed in, wearing a wide grin and a long fur coat.
They returned the smile, but shot a look at their assistant.
"It's true," he confirmed, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Last meeting of the day. Scheduled months in advance."
Raine lifted their eyebrows. "But it's only five—"
"The Boiling Isles won't sink if you end your day at a reasonable hour. Now say, 'Good night, Jerbo.'"
"Good night, Jerbo," Raine said helplessly.
"Good night, President Whispers. Owl Lady." He gave them both a nod before closing the doors behind him.
Raine startled when they heard the unmistakeable sound of a lock.
"This is a private meeting," Eda explained. "For a rather private public figure. Now, let's see…" She rummaged inside her hair and produced a box, setting it on Raine's desk. "And no need for this, anymore." Eda shrugged off the coat, letting it puddle onto the floor.
Raine swallowed. Eda's dress must have been enchanted — there was no other explanation for how impossibly form-fitting it was.
She smirked. "Like what you see?"
They could only nod.
Some more rifling led to more of Eda's hair falling loose and the discovery of a small device. Possibly human.
Raine circled around to the front of the desk, and watched as Eda tugged a ribbon on the box, revealing a cupcake. Fussing with the device eventually produced flame, and the sequins on Eda's dress sparkled in the candlelight. Carefully, she picked up the cupcake and wiggled onto the (thankfully cleared) desk.
Raine tugged at their collar, feeling blood — and heat — rising to their cheeks.
"Happy birthday, Mx. President," Eda whispered huskily from her perch.
Raine stepped closer and blew out the candle.
