Layla El-Faouly (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} scarlet_scarab) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} dunwichgame, |
Layla couldn't help herself, she patted his shoulder lightly. "I saw something that couldn't have happened." Seeing her father at her wedding while happy, only reminded her that it hadn't happened. "Just let me know." Anything to make his life easier, because she didn't doubt he was doing the same where he could. "And they can hide in plane sight because so many people have them marked as 'innocent' or benign." How many of them were murderers? The tea was a better subject. She actually laughed when he mentioned tea in the Harbor. "I'll be honest, I didn't know the teahouses existed there." she didn't exactly equate teahouses with New York, like she did Hong Kong. "I'm actually a... Well a friend of mine calls me a thief, but I'm not, because you can't steal things that are already stolen. Artifacts and documents find their way onto the black market, and I find a way to get them off of he black market. The Daughters of the Revolution have had be chasing down all the leads I can on Alexander Hamilton's missing letters, something like that is a long game, but something that pays the bills. My passion is recovering Egyptian artifacts." Which wasn't exactly something she could do in Dunwich.
She didn't know what she expected, but it wasn't that. It seemed like he accepted Steven the way she had, and that delighted her. Most of the world, hers included, would have wanted to get rid of him and Jake "It is, it can be snuffed out when you least expect it." She knew that far too well, she didn't expect her line of work to be safe. But she hadn't predicted she'd see her husband murdered in front of her either. "I thought being estranged from Marc for a few months was rough, I can't imagine twenty years. The Error messages must put your stomach in knots. I mean sure you live with them, but you don't all live in the same room."
"I didn't think about that, but you're right. I was picturing much more sandy conditions." He reminded her of Steven a little. Though he did talk faster, but the way he got passionate about things and explained. She patted his shoulder again. "You're good. You and Steven would get along well I think." Layla took a breath. "Well, no, I cook, and most Egyptian meals are vegetarian. I'm not one either, neither is Marc, but Steven is vegan."