I confess, I've been so busy trying not to elecrocute any precious little princes recently I hadn't stopped to think about the logistics of that yet. [ well, he's been busy with that and other things, but Eleven doesn't need anything new to fret about. ] But ever since I made the mistake of giving someone actual combat strategy advice, I keep getting incessantly invited to these little rich folk salons and coffee shops to discuss inane things with equally inane people. They're very well-populated, certainly possible to get lost in the shuffle -- perhaps we could try to meet up in one such place? With a different set of masks and fripperies, as long as no one notices the process of us getting there then none would be the wiser.
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