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"And lose all of the bonus points you get with us American girls when you drawl all British and cute? For shame, Rob."

The owner of the teasing voice stepped from the growing shadows around the bonfire and Misha grinned at the gathered group. The fact that she only really recognized a few of them gave her no pause; over the years, some of her best parties were ones she had almost-crashed. Lifting her free hand in a little wave, she included everyone, known and unknown, in a warm greeting. "Hi, there. I hope you have room for one more."

As if to encourage their decision in the right direction, Misha lifted a large paper bag and gave it a little shake. No sound emanated from inside but she seemed even more pleased at the attention it drew. "I bring cookies. Lots and lots of cookies."

Rob recognized the teaser and grinned at her. "Hey, Misha, hallo." He was somewhat surprised she remembered him, and even more surprised he remembered her -- he didn't remember much of that night by Hestia's flames, talking and flirting (at least he thought it was flirting). She was a fairly memorable girl, he observed as she entered the circle of firelight, so maybe it wasn't as much of a stretch to have remembered her. "Cookies, you say? Mmmm. I think there's room for one more," he smirked at her with that same lopsided flirty smile he'd given her the other night.

Another girl showed up then, one he thought he recognized from the hotel, although he couldn't be completely sure -- so much of that adventure was becoming a blur. "Welcome," he greeted as he continued to play through the intro to Hotel California on infinite loop. "Can't presume to speak for Mal, there," and he nodded at the Zeus Chosen who'd organized the impromptu gathering, "but if they'll accept the likes of me then it's open to all." He tilted his chin at a nearby cushion. "Have a seat, love, and a beer. What's your name? I'm Rob."

A man who she was sure she recognized answered her first, simultaneously playing through ‘Hotel California’ on his guitar, which seemed fairly impressive to someone who couldn’t play any instruments. She gave a lopsided smile at his response and accepted his invitation by moving towards the cushion he indicated. “Thanks. I’m Sylvia – I think we carried a couch together at some point.” She gave an amused smile, then a nod, “Nice to officially meet you.”

Feet tucked neatly below her, Sylvia settled back into her cushion. Another voice had her turning. She didn’t recognize the blonde as someone she’d interacted with closely, but she did look vaguely familiar. “I may have seen you around, but I don’t believe we ever introduced ourselves. Nice to meet you, Mathilda; I’m Sylvia.” She offered a smile, then turned to scan the circle and find the coolers.

She had to shuffle a bit to retrieve a beer, but it was worth it when she popped it open and settled back onto her cushion again to take a sip. With warmth radiating from the fire and the somewhat comforting sounds of guitar and conversation, Sylvia took a deep breath and thought to herself what a nice situation she’d run into. This would be a good way to pass the evening. She would eventually investigate food, but for the moment she was content to watch and listen to those around her and settle into the situation.

Sylvia smiled at Misha’s wave, and offered a wave back. She mimicked Misha’s angled head as the other woman thought, trying to place if she had seen Misha beyond the brief time she remembered they’d been together in the Alps. It seemed likely – she easily could have glimpsed her during the tour, or at any of the dinners, or just around the Prytaneum in general. In fact, it was very likely that she had.

But Misha finally placed it. Sylvia squinted a bit, glancing off to the side as she thought about it, and then nodded. “Aah, I’m sure you’re right.” She paused and straightened her head again, pulling back slightly. “What is it we have to talk about?” She was a little worried she’d somehow drawn negative attention to herself. She was pretty quiet and unassuming in general, she couldn’t imagine what she might have done to require a talking-to, but she couldn’t think of another reason this person might want to talk to her. Although, they did share a patron goddess – perhaps the woman just wanted to talk to another of Aphrodite’s chosen…

She waited in suspense as the other departed to ask someone (it must have been Mal) for permission to join the party. Should she have done that? Well, it was a little late to worry about that now. She took another sip of beer and hoped that she wouldn’t get kicked out for taking Rob’s invitation and not following through to ask the man who’d apparently started the whole night.