The Flying Pussyfoot, Limbo City, Wednesday

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Due to owning a business, Kathy sometimes got very weird, not-at-all-related-to-her-business offers from vendors trying to establish a working relationship. Most she tossed, but occasionally something really cool would end up in her inbox. Like a pair of tickets for a Murder Mystery Dinner, taking place on a newly-renovated luxury train from the 1930s. People would sign up, choose a character from the list of possible dinner attendees, and then show up and ride the train around Limbo City for a few hours, having dinner and trying to solve the whodunnit.

Kathy had been charmed from the start and had pretty much decided to go immediately. The question of who to take was answered when she spotted that one of the characters listed was a "rich rock star."

That made it easy.

One conversation of 'You don't have to dress up and you can bring your guitar!' and 'pleeeeease, it sounds like a ton of fun!' later, and Kathy and Dante had their tickets and were waiting to board the extravagant train cars of The Flying Pussyfoot for four hours of delicious, murdery fun!

[For the poor sap who agreed to this]

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"Oh no, the poor dear," another lady clucked. "Maybe someone should go fetch her. She's going to miss dinner at this rate."

Considering the number of bobby pins she was currently picking out of her hair to reposition, that was a grave possibility.

Damnit, she was shaving her head.

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"We'll just have to ask them for a lid to keep the food warm until then," Dante offered, and motioned at the waiter to do just that.

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Kathy slipped back in about halfway through the main course, murmuring soft apologies for being gone so long. "Suddenly I didn't feel so we'll," she said, giving them all a small, embarrassed smile. "I needed to lie down for a bit and let my stomach settle."

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"Shoulda said," Dante said, smiling at her. "Didn't have to go digging around for some painkillers or whatever, I have some."

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"I was hoping it would pass a bit faster," Kathy said, incorporating that into her story. "Besides, I hadn't expected my motion sickness meds to sink down to the very bottom of my bag."

She caught the eyes of several women and exchanged a knowing smile. "Doesn't matter how small your handbag is, something always manages to get lost, huh?"

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"Pockets," Dante said sagely. "Whole fuckin' untapped market, dresses with pockets."

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Literally every other woman at the tables cooed at him for that insight. "Oh you're right about that sweetheart," one woman said while another added, "oh a rockstar can understand but the fashion industry can't." "Oh but they can release another girdle improvement every year, can't they?" a third demanded.

Kathy gave Dante a look of droll amusement. Apparently he had fans for life now.

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Dante grinned sunnily at her, and reached for her hand under the table. Gave it a squeeze.

Hey, he'd picked up a few things from someone.

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Kathy was just going to roll her eyes at him - she knew very well who he was parroting, thank you - but she squeezed his hand back.

"Oh thanks to whomever asked the waiter to cover this," she said, removing the dome to reveal a still-steaming ratatouille. "I appreciate it."

"Oh that was that nice young man," A gentleman across the table said. "He spoke to the waiter and suggested it."

This time the look Kathy shot Dante was surprised and appreciative. "Thank you."

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"Nothin' sucks worse than a cold meal," Dante said easily, and withdrew his hand so he could shove a fork full of food into his mouth.

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//I can think of things that suck better,// she murmured in Korean.

"What was that, dearie?"

"Just Korean grace," Kathy lied, baldly and with the prettiest smile.

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Dante'd been around her for long enough that he got two words of that. (Mostly the dirty one.)

He made an amused noise but said nothing else, tearing into his food.

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One didn't really tear into ratatouille, not really. But Kathy still dipped into it with polite haste; after their bout in the bathroom, she was starved.

And if her hand slid over to his lap, not to be dirty but just to rest on his knee, what of it?

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It made Dante smile as he finished his meat dish, was what it did. At some point he looked up and caught her eye, around when a waiter swept in to take his dishes.

He looked deeply fond.

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Kathy smiled back and there was no way to hide how she felt about him. "Thanks for coming out with me," she said as the door to the car burst open and a man staggered in, blood too red to be real.