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Now that the Mansion is producing goods again, it's very easy for Susan to compile a picnic basket full of, essentially, the makings of a rather international charcuterie board. Four cheeses (a good British cheddar, a French camembert, an Italian sheeps-milk ricotta, and a wedge of Dutch Leyden), three meats (jamon Iberico from Spain, mortadella with pistachios, and something labeled as an American bison-blueberry salami), along with some honey, fruits and fruit preserves, a baguette, olives, nuts, and crackers. She tops this off with nice linens and silverware and all the necessary ingredients for French 75s. It's definitely more than enough for two people.

Something about the end of that dreadful month has her considering wearing color again. As a first step toward moving past mourning clothes, she experiments with a very flattering deep navy dress that's definitely not black, though it looks it in most lights. She adds a coat of lipstick, and then takes herself and her basket to Janet's room, where she raps lightly on the door.

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Janet kisses her for a long time, languid and pleased with herself. She kisses her for as long as she can before reality starts slowly reasserting it in small ways: the scrape of the rug against her elbow, sweat drying at the back of her neck. "Tipsy and tangled up with me, huh?" she says. "Get what you wanted?"

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Susan hums, wriggling into a half-stretch. "That did rather hit the spot," she says, warmly.

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Janet's grin is as wide as ever, but it's soft around the edges. She tucks an unsalvageably disheveled lock of hair behind Susan's ear. "Thanks," she says, then laughs. "Not for the sex. That's a mutual perk. Just for... all of it, I guess."

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"It was remarkably easy to set up, now that Dark's over," Susan says, eyelashes fluttering at Janet's touch.

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"Sure, but they say it's the thought that counts." Finally, reluctantly, Janet sits up, just so she can run the fingers of one hand through her own hair, trying to get it in some semblance of order. She grabs a stray abandoned olive as she does, for post-coital sustenance, then offers one to Susan, too.

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Susan eats it from Janet's fingers, lip curling, pleased, as it brushes Janet's skin.

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Janet watches with equal pleasure. There's still plenty of food left, and a little champagne. They can take their time.

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Their conversation meanders, flirty and light and interrupted by breaks for food and more kissing until most of Susan's myriad hungers are sated. She takes Janet's hand, then, threading their fingers together. "Have you got any thoughts about what you might like?" she ventures. "From this?"

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By this time, Janet has her jumpsuit back on, though the zipper's half-undone. Without thinking too much about it, she curls her fingers around Susan's, then hesitates. "I'm guessing you don't mean what I might like out of this meal."

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"No," Susan agrees. Then she rolls her eyes. "I'm rubbish at talking about this sort of thing," she warns. "But it seems... prudent." After all, there is the invitation of Bacchus's that she plans to politely decline.

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"I'm, uh." Janet's quiet for a longer hesitation this time. She hates feeling tongue-tied. "Pretty fucking bad at it, too. I've never really... I mean, I just dated a string of assholes in college. And then I was a queen."

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"And that does rather change the parameters of one's dating life," Susan says, knowingly. Then she volunteers, "In London, I... slept with quite a few men precisely once. My choice, generally not theirs. And I had a dear friend with whom I'd regularly, ah, fall into bed. In retrospect we might've been... having some sort of relationship, but we never spoke about it."

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"Right." Janet's fingers tighten around Susan's. They never spoke about it and now, obviously, they can't. "I never -- I mean, I told you about the last man I was entangled with. It didn't end amazingly. I never... I've always liked girls, too. Women, too, I mean. But it was usually easier to let some shitty guy disappoint me."

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"They are often rather predictable in that way," Susan agrees, leaning against Janet.

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"Yep." Janet sighs, quietly. "Is it shitty if I make you answer first? Do you have any thoughts?"

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"I haven't," Susan admits, and then rolls her eyes at herself. "This is one sort of conversation I haven't the faintest idea how to navigate. I don't... know the rules."

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"Maybe we just make up some rules," Janet suggests. "Fuck it, right? We probably don't even like whoever made the original rules anyway."

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"I think they'd be rather different here, anyway," Susan sighs. "Given that this is a tiny world with a tiny population. When I got here I was operating by my old rules, hence--" and here she gestures loosely in a way that's meant to encapsulate Sagramore and Grantaire. "But that doesn't serve in this sort of environment." For one, there's not nearly enough people for it, though she supposes she's surpassed her own earlier frequency of assignations now that she's traded breadth for depth, so to speak. Then she glances at Janet and says, "I also haven't got a sense of the rules for pursuing multiple people. At least, not when one is... making an effort."

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Honestly, Janet doesn't have a sense of that, either. Like Susan says, not when it actually matters. "Lancelot," she fills in. He's basically inoffensive, she thinks. If Susan weren't attached to him, she'd probably make some kind of flippant comment about how boring he is. It's a little tempting, the way it's always a little tempting to be a bitch. It would bring this awkward topic to a close. But she doesn't. "Have you two already had this conversation?"

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"We have," Susan says, with a fond little eye-roll. "He likes to talk about things."

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That has not been Janet's experience with that man. Whatever. "What was the verdict?"

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"He and I are," Susan says, pursing her lips as she considers the best way to phrase it. "Having a relationship and apprising one another of other pursuits." She pauses, glances sidelong at Janet. "I believe I might characterize it as fairly serious."

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Janet looks back at her, slightly wary. Not about her and Lancelot. She's known about that for a while. Maybe it's a relief -- they're fairly serious. That takes some of the pressure off her. She and Eliot always said how they'd be spinsters together, how neither of them were really built for falling in love the way Quentin and Alice were, or even Josh and Poppy.

"Okay," she says. "Serious is... I don't know if I know what that means for me. But, uh. I like you."

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Susan has read Janet's survey; she knows Janet doesn't think she was built for love. This is something she has chosen not to unpack. "I mention it because I shouldn't want you to feel blindsided if, for example, he moved into my room," she says; now that Dark is over, she's been wondering if he'll return to his and how she'll feel if he does. But Lancelot isn't the point of this conversation; she and Janet are.

In a way, it's a relief that Janet isn't given to sweeping declarations. Susan hardly knows what to do with those. Look at how long it took her to decide she loves Lancelot, too! "I suppose my point is," she says, "I rather like you too."

[sorrowandsorrow]

It's a surprising level of consideration for her feelings, surprising enough that Janet looks at Susan, caught off-guard, and then down to where their fingers are laced together. Back up to Susan's face, a second or two later. "Well... thanks." Ugh. Maybe she and those asshole men never worked out because they were too similar. "For the heads up, I mean. I think I want to be... more than just a pursuit. You pursued. I pursued back. We're done pursuing, right? You got me."