Terry
*While Helena would receive awe from the onlookers of high-class society amongst the streets, thinly-veiled ire targeted toward the witch would be palpable. Nothing would be said though, it would be quite rare to see someone in the upper echelons of society openly speak their mind even if it were an idea share by most of nobility toward Baron Styx.*

*Thales would remain unbothered by the bitter scrutiny though, maintaining his pleasant smile and refined demeanor while he wouldn't cover himself as the Grand Duchess did. The witch would only keep his shadowy umbrella covering him while he would take a moment to ponder before answering his friend.* "I suppose I could stop by one of the cafes. I hear they may have new coffee bean varieties shipped from Celestia."
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Eileen
Helena kept her gaze fixed on the road ahead, welcoming the cool breeze that brushed against her, offering a reprieve from the sweltering heat. In response to Thales' suggestion of yet another cafe visit, Helena turned to him with an arch of her brow. "Again? Weren't we recently immersed in the aromatic world of coffee, Thales? Is your palate now so entranced by the allure of coffee beans that you find yourself yearning for them, like a whimsical Dormouse in search of a delectable treat?" Her words carried a deadpan yet teasing tone, but she swiftly set aside her complaint, choosing instead to embrace the spontaneous plan. "You know what? Fine—let's do it. Perhaps I'll have the chance to exchange pleasantries with some of the people from high society." With that, she gracefully moved forward, the ethereal sway of her gown complementing the wind's gentle dance.

Casting a glance back at Thales, she playfully added, "Come along, my dear Thales. Time is of the essence, and I'd delight in the idea of arriving there promptly." With those words, a smile graced her lips, and she began to twirl the shaft of her parasol with a captivating elegance. She moved gracefully, each twirl synchronized with the rhythm of her steps, as she strolled towards the very cafe Thales seemed so eager to explore for their coffee beans.
Terry
"I'm offended that you would compare me to a small rodent, just because I have an affinity toward coffee doesn't mean I should be considered a dormouse. Now you with romance novels, I don't know if I could say the same." *The nobleman countered with his own deadpan tone before that smirk would return to his face, as he would let out a soft chuckle. Walking toward the cafe that he usually frequented to get his coffee beans for his estate, his umbrella of umbrakinesis would continue to provide him shade while he kept pace with Helena.*

"Of course because you are most certainly known for arriving on time Grand Duchess." *Thales taunted one last time before his cane would match the rythmn of the lady's steps in a syncopated pattern.*
Marlin
Gonna be a lil slow til next week
Eileen
Despite Helena's usual composure in most situations, a subtle blush crept onto her cheeks, casting a rosy hue upon her usually poised countenance. Her gaze fixed on Thales, an embarrassed expression adorning her face as she exclaimed, "Huh?! W-What do you mean by that, Thales Styx?!" Her voice, though slightly raised, held a hint of attempted dominance, a deviation from her usual confident demeanor that struggled to assert itself in the current circumstance. She halted her stride just shy of reaching the estate.

"A mere mouse and a romance novel are two completely different things! You..." She began, a trace of frustration coloring her tone. However, before launching into a full-fledged rant, Helena caught a glimpse of herself in a window's reflection, a sudden realization prompting her to rein in her emotions. Composing herself into her customary elegant poise, she let out a feigned cough and turned away from her dear friend, arms crossed.

"You wouldn't understand, Thales. For someone raised to be an eligible noblewoman, marrying the one I love feels like a distant dream, too fantastical to contemplate in reality," She explained calmly, her voice carrying a hint of sulkiness. "To love and be loved... Now that is the dream," Helena muttered the words in a low, quiet voice, gracefully shaking off such contemplations.

"Well, anyway, about that, Thales, me—Helena, one of the most influential noblewomen in high society—being considered someone not punctual?" She stifled an elegant chuckle behind her gloved hand, her regal tone returning. "That's not how they see it. If anything, they call it 'Fashionably late' when I do it. The social trends I set within the circles truly are... 'influential,'" She added, winking at Thales.

"Now, where is this shop you adore for your coffee beans?" She inquired, scanning the surroundings left and right in search of the cafe.