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the inestimable irene adler . iris thorpe (nightmrholmes) wrote in bellumlogs,

Iris didn't feel she was going to have to be doing very much pretending, scripted or otherwise, in this engagement. Thank God. Even Iris had her limits, and she was utterly tired of thinking and re-thinking every little thing she did. She could do it, of course, but she wasn't typically around so many people that constantly noticed. She let her surprise at the youthful appearance of the woman inside show, flicked a glance behind her, than back. "Oh," she said, smiling, "Did Katya tell you I was coming?" She hadn't known the old woman lived with a relative, but she didn't object to another acquaintance in the building.

She let the scones precede her entrance, handing them over as her smile turned indulgent. "She invited me over for tea a while ago but I haven't had a chance to stop by until recently. Sorry I came unannounced." She softened her speech until she used a generic eastern American lilt, nothing too strong, but adequate for most of the New York state without getting too far into the city regions. She pronounced the name with the right Russian brevity, though--and that was thanks to Irene, not Iris.