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After a few dances -- with several attendees, but mostly with Lancelot -- Susan liberates two bottles of wine and a plate of food from the ballroom and slips off to go find Janet. Luckily, after struggling to track Lancelot down earlier in the week, she's made a point of mapping the location of everyone's rooms, and so she doesn't have to search to find Janet's.

She raps on the door with the back her hand, careful not to let the food or the wine jostle overmuch. "Diplomatic envoy for Queen Janet of Fillory," she calls.

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[quote_gentle_unquote]

"I can see how that would throw a spanner in the works," says Susan. She's really not sure what else to say - oh, she knows what she would say, normally, but she cares too much about Janet to be glib.

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Yeah," Janet says again. She sinks back into sitting on the edge of her bed, which is, thankfully, neatly made just now. "It wasn't the -- I knew I wasn't the only one. I think he's fucked half the mansion. Whatever. But he got married, and didn't tell me before the next time we fucked."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"No."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Oh, yes," Janet says with withering dryness. "And I found out he'd gotten married from his husband, not him."

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Susan sits down next to Janet. "Men," she says, lightly scathing, clinking her mug against Janet's. "Truly the worse end of sexual dimorphism in every conceivable way."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"You're telling me." Janet musters up a sidelong smile for Susan, although it's a little bitter. "And that's why I'm not at his stupid wedding dance."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"I don't believe we get along," Susan confides. She gestures at the wine. "So I didn't want to overstay my welcome."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Seriously?" Janet gives her a skeptical look over her mug of wine. "I thought that asshole got along with everyone. Except me now, I guess."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"We've yet to have any sort of productive interaction." Unless you count the sex, which did serve its purpose, but it certainly wasn't the sort of thing to make two people become close!

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Huh." Weird, but not unwelcome. Janet's not above the pettiness of enjoying that there's someone else here who isn't Sagramore's biggest fan. "Glad it's not just me."

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"No," Susan agrees. She could offer up more information - she's perfectly willing to - but she doesn't want to belabor the subject if it bothers Janet.

[sorrowandsorrow]

Susan's presence is helpful, yeah, but Janet's honestly still feeling sulky with a side of bitchy. She lapses into silence, holding her mug in both hands and letting her shoulder lean against Susan's.

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Susan leans back. She doesn't suppose that Janet is interested in being cajoled out of her mood, so she doesn't try, just lets the silence settle around them for a long moment.

[sorrowandsorrow]

Eventually, as she's drinking the last sip in her mug but before she can get up to refill it, Janet says, a little quiet, "Thanks. Really."

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Susan has done essentially nothing, but she puts a soft hand on Janet's shoulder and squeezes lightly. "Of course," she says. "Anyway, we've got the prettiest company tonight." She flicks a glance over to Janet. "I would dance with you, if you wanted. Or we could -" she pauses, thinking. It doesn't seem tonally appropriate to suggest their third date now. "- get rather drunk and plot a takeover of the Mansion, if you'd rather."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"A good takeover would really hit the spot right now." Janet manages some lightheartedness to it. She does, then, get up to pour some more rosé into her mug, and, totally casual -- of course -- adds, "Rain check on the dance?"

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"Of course," says Susan. She tosses back the rest of her wine and holds her mug out to Janet hopefully. "Would you rather a violent takeover, or an insidious and subtle shift of power?"

[sorrowandsorrow]

Obliging, Janet refills Susan's wine mug (that's a thing now). "An insidious and subtle shift of power is definitely a better idea here, but wouldn't plotting a violent takeover be so much more fun? You know, I used to have an army. We had elephants."

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"Elephants! Rather impressive for a war-steed," Susan observes, nodding her thanks as she takes a sip of her wine. "A violent takeover it is. I do love a good mess that takes days to resolve."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Pegasi too. I miss them. You couldn't always convince them to carry you, but when you could..." Janet plops herself right back down next to Susan, maybe a little closer this time. She can't exactly say aloud how comforting it is to have her here and to know Susan thought of her, but it's a huge relief anyway.

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"I believe all of the flying horses in Narnia had long since escaped the White Witch's reign and fled for the Lone Islands," Susan says, thoughtfully. "They hadn't returned by the time we left. But I spotted a unicorn once, through some trees. Beautiful creature. Interchangeably brilliantly intelligent or dumb as a bag of rocks, according to the legends."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Fucking unicorns," Janet says with something between nostalgia and reverent respect. "Those bastards can be brutal, you know? Ours can, anyway. I've seen them do some fucked up things to centaurs."

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"Oh, I can imagine," Susan says, widening her eyes for effect. "Those sharp horns... perhaps we try and get a few of those on our side, too, when we storm the proverbial castle."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Oh, absolutely. An enemy of the centaurs is a friend of mine." Janet nurses her second mug full of wine a little more slowly. "Should we just spring the attack on everyone in the dead of night?"

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"We might be more likely to prevail that way," says Susan, musingly. "Though I worry that our beauty and prowess might go unnoticed."