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When: First or second day after the wedding Where: Rooftop lunch
Plutarch had been enjoying himself and his lunch in the afternoon, his hair blowing around all around him as the hovercrafts took off just a building over. It was numbingly loud, and the perfect place for company.
So when Griffin approached, it caused a wide smile to break, and he stood, approaching the other half-way with an extended hand. “Pleasure you could join me, Griffin!” He yelled, needing to be heard over the aircraft. “Come join me!” He turns, gesturing to his single table, and their fixing for lunch. “You can tell me all about how your evening was. I heard you and Miss Singe had left early.” He knows that gossiping is far from the reason Griffin came to see him, but he couldn’t help himself but to indulge a little.













