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She hadn't really thought about her first and only encounter with Zinkenite too much once other Senshi had put to rest the doubts and worries he had instilled in her heart. It wasn't until when, on a walk home from a friend's house, she had by chance passed the spot where they'd "fought" (read: he schooled her in the consequences of mouthing off to a Negaverse General) that those memories resurfaced. Lene didn't recognize it at first, only felt a strange familiarity when she glanced up at the fire escapes and unstable balconies from the sidewalk. Then she'd realized with a sudden rush of discomfort that she was standing exactly where he had been when Euanthe, like some dumb cat, had curiously peeked around the corner of a building at him.

Euanthe couldn't explain why she was drawn back to the spot the next night when she henshined up and went on patrol. Maybe because deep down she was proud of what had happened there. No, not proud of being squarely beaten by Zinkenite (though there was no way she could have won). At the time she had refused an invitation to something far more twisted and horrible than she'd understood. Maybe it was just dumb luck, then, but in retrospect it still reassured her that even if she was a fairly worthless Senshi at least her heart could tell right from wrong even when her brain couldn't.

She kicked over a trashcan idly and squinted at the ground like she was expecting to find those funny little cystals he'd used... but of course there was no sign at all of their battle ever having taken place. Even if magic hadn't played a part the months since then would have erased all traces of the fight. Damn, had it really been so long? Euanthe flushed when she realized that if she met him again in this same alley she would be equally defenseless tonight as she had been that night. Months, and still useless...

With the quietest steps she could manage Euanthe set out again, masking herself in the long shadows between street lights. The cloak of shadow made her feel safer, even if walking on the street level made her an easy target for anyone or anything on the rooftops. Perhaps taking that risk made her feel less like a coward.

Zinkenite was out there somewhere, taking energy or beating up Senshi - her allies - and it brought on feelings she couldn't decipher. She thought of Lina, of her pain in reminiscing over her time in the Negaverse. The warping of reality... Lina had been deep in it too and then she'd reformed. The Jovian Court would want the same thing for him. Somehow... that didn't seem likely for Zinkenite.

The pink-haired Senshi literally jumped at the sound of his voice. "Z- Zinkenite!" She gasped out, dancing away from him. Speak of the devil... He'd startled her so badly that the changes took a moment to register. Then the rush of energy that came with his rank hit her all at once, and nearly overwhelmed her. It made her heartbeat quick with panic.

"No!" Euanthe raised her hands in front of her defensively, a preemptive white flag. "Peace, peace! I- I definitely do not want to fight." Though she would have mentioned that tea sounded especially nice, she didn't see how they could acquire some now. It wasn't like either of them would be welcome in a tea house dressed as they were. Terrorists and what not. Not to mention...

"What- what happened to you?" She asked, his own questions about her forgotten, her voice quiet and almost horrified. That kind of power... it was great and terrible. It turned her face pale. She had no doubt that she'd be able to feel it anywhere in the city. Euanthe had never encountered a Royal Senshi before, though she'd heard of them, and no one had even mentioned General-Kings and Queens. It frightened her more than anything else she'd encountered as a Senshi.

"I do very much like tea," Euanthe confirmed, her voice a little hollow. She was still trying to process what he'd said. The cryptic smile and vague choice of words wasn't making that happen any faster, either. To obtain great and terrible power something great and terrible had to happen apparently.

A sealed box of treats? "Why would that-" she started, then the implications dawned on her and she felt something like a heavy stone in her stomach. It was so deadly serious. In the end, this really was a war. How did she always manage to forget? Yet even as she acknowledged that, somehow the prospect of eating treats and drinking tea with Zinkenite was incredibly appealing. Maybe because it felt like hope. Like there might be a way out of this war that didn't involve every last one of the people involved dying a painful, tragic death. If a General (or whatever he was now) could meet with one of the weakest White Moon Senshi and they could part ways still alive, not only once but twice, didn't that mean there was a peaceful resolution somewhere?

Poor, stupid little Euanthe. She wanted to believe it so badly, if only for the cause of her court.

Nervously she nodded her assent, a conceit. As if when push came to shove Euanthe could really assert her will against such a powerful opponent. "Let's have tea then," she said quietly. It kept her voice from shaking. "I trust you."

She considered walking away (running away) as soon as he left. When he teleported away it slowly dawned on her that maybe this kind of 'fraternizing with the enemy' business was not particularly well-liked amongst her allies. Not proper Senshi conduct, as it were. But surely leaving now wouldn't be in favor of her overall goal, which was... well, she didn't really know what it was. Indecision kept her rooted like a tree to the pavement however and he reappeared in the split second before she was about to settle on a plan of action.

"I wondered if you were ever coming back!" Said Euanthe with a slight nervous laugh. "Oh, butter cookies!" Her tone sounded mildly surprised. Butter cookies, not evil-chaos-skull cookies. Imagine that. Well, her mind was made up now anyway. Butter cookies were god damn delicious and Euanthe was about to take part in probably the weirdest tea party of her life. Zinkenite was proving himself to be a real gentleman at least. "Thank you," she said.

Euanthe accepted the first cookie once she was settled nicely on the impromptu picnic blanket he'd laid down. It had such pretty designs on it that she almost felt bad for sitting on it. Well, at least it would get cleaned the next time he did the Negaverse equivalent of henshining up. But now came the problem of what to talk about. Not sure how what topics might be considered polite in this situation, Euanthe pulled out the ultimate awkward conversation starter: "So... unseasonably warm weather, isn't it?"

"Yeah," she said with a crooked, insecure smile. "You're wearing like five coats. Summer must be hell for you." Even Euanthe was a little overheated in her opaque tights at times during the warmer months when she had first been awakened.

"But I know what you mean. I like the snow too. I like the smell. That snow smell the air gets just before it starts," said Euanthe, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Her smile seemed to waver less now. "But with the shoes thing, maybe it's just part of the magic? Though if it was I don't see why it couldn't make us just not cold in the first place. Honestly I am not looking forward to snow with these shoes. They'll get soaked! Maybe I'll get better shoes later on. I like the butterflies though. Oh, and your new, um... shoulder thingies. They're new right? I don't remember them, anyway. But they look nice."

Yes, talk fashion with the enemy. She slurped her tea awkwardly and deliberated on what to say next. Even the shortest moment of silence seemed threatening. "It's good," she announced.

She laughed. Galoshes was a practical solution. And she laughed nervously enough to prove his point. No use trying to hide it anyway. "Can you blame me?" Said Euanthe. "I was seriously outclassed the first time we met, which - I think you remember - wasn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. And now..." Euanthe shrugged.

"But I don't mean that to be a judgment," she followed up quickly, her hands raising in a placating gesture. "Even after I learned about how... when I heard things about the Negaverse- I mean-" The pink haired Senshi knotted her fingers together and drew in a breath. How to make sentences? Especially how to make sentences without giving too much away. "All I mean is that I don't think that you're a bad person. Even if you did give me a sore throat for like a week." A smirk was delivered with the last bit, a teasing sort of look that said 'I forgive you' nonetheless.

Euanthe of course had no way of knowing that Zinkenite and Lina Knight of Mercury had ever known each other. But given what Lina had said about what the power of Chaos was like, and given that Zinkenite was probably not going to enjoy any mention of someone who had left the Negaverse - whether he knew her personally or not - Euanthe decided it was probably just better not to elaborate on why she felt the way she did.

Euanthe winced with every accusation. True, these things happened long before she was awakened but when he remarked on them so pointedly she still couldn't help but feel guilty about it. Especially after her talk with Lina, who had changed sides but still said the same thing. Being on the side of Order did not mean that a person was inherently good, just as she didn't find Zinkenite to be inherently evil.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly, her brow furrowed. It was distressing to see him look that way. The change in their conversation was jarring, and it evoked a desire to put him at ease again. "What was done wasn't right. And I don't... I don't really entirely understand what happened to the people who did those things, but I know that the Senshi who have helped and supported me don't believe in doing such terrible things."

"I'll consider it," said Euanthe quietly, her gaze alighting on where he touched her. It felt like an admission of treason, even if Euanthe didn't believe it in her heart. She doubted she would ever have cause to seriously doubt her faction... and the truth was that Euanthe was still second to Linnea, even if she didn't know it consciously. The escape into "real life" into a normal life was always hovering at the back of her mind. She had done it once before, buried her henshin pen in a drawer and pretended it didn't exist. Even Lene, with her stubborn determination, could admit defeat and choose the easy option of running away.

"Th- This is a very dark conversation," she blurted suddenly with a small, lopsided smile. "Important, of course. But not very fitting for tea and cookies - which are great, by the way. Thank you."