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WHO: Petyr Baelish and Zoe Hange
WHERE: Baelish's home.
WHEN: Mid-October
WHAT: It's totally but also totally not a date.
WARNINGS: None foreseen. Will update if needed.

[ So after the question hung in the air about whether they would go to a restaurant or Baelish's home, his home is the winner. The meal he has had catered from his cooks at The Iron Throne, leaving the cuisine a bit more medieval in style. Hearty stews and fresh baked breads with a few different fruit pies for dessert. For drink, he has several bottles of fine wine out on the counter so she could have her pick according to her particular tastes. This is all served by candle light which might seem romantic, but really -- given the old-fashioned style of Baelish's home and decor, it's not terribly out of place.

When she arrives, he doesn't take long to open the door, lightly bending at the torso in greeting before stepping aside to allow her entry. ]

Hange. Do come in. May I take your jacket?

[ While Hange's home might have been full of organized chaos, the sign of a mind at work....Baelish's home is quite the opposite. Pristine. Almost as though he doesn't live here at all. And given the late hours he keeps at the office....it's highly likely he doesn't spend much time here other than to sleep. ]

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[Hange brought a bottle of wine herself, because it's polite to grease the palms, whet the throats, and stuff the stomachs of new allies, no matter how good they are at fending for themselves.

She sniffs the air just after she steps in the door, before handing Petyr the bottle. Hange herself cleaned up a bit for the occasion: she hasn't gone so far as to wear a suit, but she's sporting slacks and a clean shirt.]

So courteous, Petyr! I appreciate that, but take the wine first. Heh heh.

[She scans her surroundings. It's a soldier's habit.]

Smells delicious!