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Addy had made a ton of list for Elani, even taped them to his desk for when she got back. One list of the countries and people representing them, for the booths and who was making them, one for musicians and entertainers to help with the people that were frankly unable to be even remotely entertaining.

Like Fin.

Not that Fin knew there was going to be a lot of entertaining going on to earn his coffee, but Addy didn't figure that was a much needed detail. At least not at the moment. But his lists went on- foods, supplies, time tables. On and on and on.

But that aside, he also had his plan to bug the Arcana Embassy- which had been put on hold because Elisha skipped town (not burning out his arse), Tegan was doing whatever Jacks did, And Avery was....whatever.

He hadn't found anyone willing to be distracting, yet. So that left him with simply sneaking in, which was not going to be easy- except where they never locked doors apparently. Which made no sense to him, but it wasn't his Castle. So why did it matter? Aside from feeling utterly like a trap waiting to be sprung on the unsuspecting. It was probably some mad house inside, waiting for the right mind to torture and break before twisting to their own sadistic plans. They were probably creating a sleeper agent of dozen in the basement- there had been some cases of disappearing twos after all. What where the chances they all ran off deck at the same time?

Exactly.

Frowning, Addy packed his backpack with all the gear he needed- and headed outside. Before he decided to break into the damn Embassy he was going to get as much information on that he could from the outside.

And try not to stand out in the process. It wasn't like tourist were common place, but maybe if he just looked....bored enough they wouldn't think anything of it, right?

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It was because usually if you were something other than busy but not interested in company, then you were probably not exactly up to any good. But maybe that was up for any good.

As it was, she just tipped her head up to look at the spires and then back at Addy. Uh-huh. "They tend to come out and investigate. I tried building inspector once, but it didn't really fly."

"There isn't a sign posted saying I cannot walk here." He said with a frown, before looking at Zoe skeptically.

"Maybe it was because you're a Spade." Because clearly that made her untrustworthy at the core of things. People could sense that.

She raised her eyebrows back at him, tucking the box under her arms. "I'm sure that must be it," she said placidly. "The Arcana must have exactly the same prejudices as you. What do you think their excuse with Sandy was?"

"...Sorry," he said after a moment, staring at her before he looked off at the castle. "Tigers can't change their stripes though. Bet they wouldn't trust me either, really." What with his Jack having been murdered and stolen- hard to trust a club.

"Its okay though. I don't trust'm either. So we're on equal ground there."

With that argument, Zoe would still have Heart-stripes, whatever those were. But Addy had apologized, so she shrugged, tipping her head back with a smile.

"Pretending to trust them can be pretty useful, though," she said.

"Maybe. But I'm not so good at that one." Addy's distrust of the world was a bit of an open book these days.

Getting better, but still.

"Your boyfriend lets you come do this?"

Zoe just shrugged at that. It worked from her, she doubted it worked for Sophie that much. And she was going to probably have to drag Blythe over personally.

But there were probably worse diplomatic partners. Oliver, for example.

"He doesn't like it," she said. "But it's difficult to argue with orders from the Ace." Although she was sure Victor could manage it. "And he lets me make my own decisions."

"Can't be all that safe. Don't blame him." Though it was interesting to note. Addy wondered if Elisha would let Hadyn wander into something potentially dangerous with as much ease as his friend let Zoe.

Which was really weird to think that the Spade was less controlling.

"What are you taking them?"

"I haven't gotten injured yet." Although the last visit had been somewhat...upsetting, honestly. She hadn't been happy when she got official emissary duties after that one. But there was no point in complaining about it.

So she just opened the box. "Homemade apple turnovers. Want one?" Aunt Maggie had drilled it into her - oh, years ago - that one of the best ways to get someone to lower their guard was to look harmless, and that one of the best ways was to come bearing homemade baked things. Who suspected the girl with the muffins, after all?

Well, turnovers, but the point stands.

"Yet." He repeated, with a side glance to the castle. As for her offer of food, he only shook his head. Even if it wouldn't have ruined his figure, it wasn't really his thing to eat like that one a mission. It was distracting.

"What's the best way to get in there without notice?"

"Yet," Zoe agreed, shutting the box and glancing back at the embassy. "Without notice? It's not easy." And she usually went through the front door, where she was met by...someone. Usually Gustave.

"There are side entrances," she says. "It's still no guarantee that you won't be seen, because they have servants...but it's a little less likely that the Magician will be standing there giving you a curious look." But not impossible. By any means.

"If you wait until I'm inside, they might be a little more distracted?"

"Worth a shot I guess." He was the least he could attempt, anyway. "You going right now?" Because if so, he needed to rearrange his bag a little. You know- make things easier to get to on the fly.

Zoe nods. "That was the plan," she said. She'd probably already be inside if she hadn't seen Addy wandering along the edge. "Unless you need time?"

"Yeah..." Pardon him while he squats down and resorts his pack for a quick moment. When he stood again it was with the surety of a combatant about to walk into a war zone.

"Lets go."

Zoe straightened and smoothed back her hair before nodding at the twin unobtrusive doors on the side of the embassy. "The left one's the kitchen," she said, and then turned to head towards the front entrance. But she looked over her shoulder once more.

"Good luck."

Ideally, after all, they wouldn't be seeing each other once inside.

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