Ari appeared, touching the crystal, at seven minutes past the hour. Her other hand clutched a bag which contained a meat pie - snatched from a vendor across from the theater - and her hair was a little tousled, but she had remembered her mandolin case, and there was a smile on her face. "Sorry!" she called out, running over to where Altair waited. "Carolino dropped his wig, and, well. The countess and I fell apart laughing and we had to start the entire scene over. I'm sorry for making you wait."
She lifted her bag, gave Altair an apologetic look. "Do you mind if I eat while we walk? I may not get another chance until later, and that might be..." she thought of Aspel and her difficulties with food, sighed. She was looking forward - with some apprehension - to her evening, but until then, it was going to be a rather crazy day. Still, she was glad to have made time for an old friend - and their rather intriguing challenge involving supposedly unpickable locks.