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Mireille finally finished preparing the roast she'd been planning to make, slipping it into the oven and glancing at the clock as she drew off her apron. Wapasha was due to arrive at any moment, and she had the coffee maker set up, and cheese and crackers ready to go. The latter, of course, was due to Julien. He was always bringing home new ingredients to try out, and cheeses that she hadn't tried before. She enjoyed the excitement... particularly when she could usually leave the work to him, and simply hole up in her office, trying to get some more work done on the latest novel in her series. Of course, meeting other guardians was a vastly different thing, and Mir actually found herself looking forward to the visit. It had been far too long since she'd had Cindy or Felicity to visit, after all, and Jules was too holed up in his own projects to lift his head and look around.

Any minute now, the doorbell would ring, and she'd meet this man that Jules had called to inform her really needed some advice. Hopefully, she thought as she settled on the couch near the doorway, he'd bring his egg along...

"Coming," Mireille called as she made her way to the door. It was funny, really... it wasn't all that long ago that she could remember a bright, childish voice saying the same thing as Julien, then a child, barrelled down to open the door for his friends. Fond memories... and disconcerting ones for a woman who'd finally decided that she wasn't meant to be a mother.

Still, the soft smile was on her lips as she opened the door, curious eyes peering out for a moment before she pushed it wide to let him in. "You must be Mr. Spencer. It's nice to meet you," she said.

'Ma'am?' Oh... that wouldn't do at all. She heard that enough from the few book signings she did, and it always made her cringe a little. Stepping back to allow him in, she smiled again. "Only if you call me Mir," she said simply, considering him for a long moment. No wonder Jules had nudged him to talk to her. She could already see where Julien would be drawn to him. He'd likely already decided the man was a friend, whether this Wapasha knew it or not.

That was so her Jules...

"It's beautiful," she nodded, peering into the basket for a moment before lifting one hand to reach inside. She paused before her fingers touched shell, her hand lingering in the air above it as she looked up at Wapasha. "May I?"

"You should meet Cindy," Mir murmured, shaking her head as she reached in to stroke the shell with a delicate touch. "She bonded so strongly with her egg... it was fascinating to see. Jules' egg was very quiet, though. Please, have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?" she asked, well aware that she was babbling just a little and giving herself a mental shake. She was just feeling nostalgic, that was it. It would pass soon enough. "Do you like coffee?"

"No," she said as she made her way to the kitchen, flicking the coffee maker to on and grabbing the tray of cheese and crackers. "All he said was that it was much more interesting than my story, and I'd have to hear it from the horse's mouth." Grinning, she moved to set the tray down on the coffee table. "I'm just making the coffee now. It should only be a few moments. Please... share," she invited, sinking down onto the couch as her eyes were drawn once again to that egg.

"You're sure it wasn't in some of the clutter you were burning?" Mir asked, blinking as she considered the egg again. Inside the fire... and he thought it was still okay? Either Wapasha was seriously warped... or this egg was like nothing she'd ever really seen before.

"You think it needs heat?" she guessed after a moment, as the way his hands held it clicked with his story finally.

Mir frowned a bit as she peered at the pack, then reached out to touch the egg again curiously. "I never noticed Jules' egg show any particular affinity to anything," she said thoughtfully, her eyes drifting to a trio of potion bottles arranged on the windowsill for a moment. They were drawn away as she caught the sound of the percolator sputtering to a stop and got up to get the coffee.

"But they are all very different. So if yours is attuned to heat... what do you do to keep it comfortable?" she asked curiously. "I mean, I can't imagine you drop it in the fire all day."

That made Mireille blink, and she stuck her head out of the kitchen to stare at Wapasha in surprise. "Migraine? It gave you a migraine?" she asked, still holding coffee pot and mug in her hands as she moved to stand where she could see him.

"It can do that?"