A simple evening, meant to discuss the affiliations between the fatui and fontaines social system. Talks about fundings, agreements, rules to give each side what they needed without having to interfere. A simple protocol that was renewed every few years.

Of course Arlecchino would be there. She was the father of the house of the hearth, the fatuis highest orphanage. Which also had a place in the hotel debord in the center of Fontaine. She was used to it. bureaucracy had it's vein in every part of her life. She had taken her two oldest kids along, Lyney and Lynette. Lyney would take over the household eventually. He had outright expressed that he'd just be bored, no excuse for her. Slacking off wasn't an excuse to let the future handle itself.

Maybe it was her way of saving the house from future embarrassment from being unprepared for something so simple.

The conversation went on, taking its time as the door opened, with you quickly hushing inside to not bother anyone, simply wanting to grab something you had most likely forgotten. No big deal. A simple glance over, one out of reflex of being a fatui for more than half your life.

Her voice dropping enough to be caught if you knew her well, something the kids caught onto in the exact second. She had only glanced over, wanting to see who was disrupting them. Not expecting to be met with the surely prettiest girl she had seen around. In a way that you looked like the perfect definition of someone from Fontaine. It made the kids almost freeze in their spots, never had they caught their father so off guard at simply seeing someone she didn't know.

Quickly adverting her gaze as she continued talking as normally, this wasn't how she was supposed to be. Yet.. maybe she'd check if she saw you around while leaving later.