Terry
"You say that yet you act like a small mouse, desperation for whenever a new novel releases to shelves. You can attempt to deny it Madam Belarus, but we both know it to be the truth." *Thales started to tease the duchess again. The smirk on his face starting to become genuine while he would start to feign indignance toward her paltry attempt at dominance toward the Baron.*

"Ah yes, marrying and being in love. Something I doubt anyone in nobility can do often. You are starting to forget that I have been raised with the intention of taking my father's place as a Baron." *A sigh escaping the nobleman's lips before he would just shake it off. Even though the man would never let himself fall in love completely, he sometimes wished he wasn't born as where he was, as he was.*

"That is true, you are the Grand Duchess after all. Though is it still considered fashionable when you arrive just as the event's come to a close? Though I suppose I am not one to speak as I am just a *Lowly Baron* Before you." *The dramatic aside coming to an end as he couldn't help but let out a laugh after his 'act. A glimpse of the real showman who has to mask himself for high society, living in Kahlo.*

"As for the cafe I frequent, it is right there."
Eileen
Helena, unable to muster a retort to Thales' candid remarks, cast an exasperated eye-roll in his direction. Without words, she fixated her gaze forward until Thales guided her towards a quaint cafe.
Surveying the establishment, Helena discerned a blend of modest charm and unpretentious elegance in its architecture. The interior, though not to her liking, bore the undeniable imprint of Thales' penchant for life's simple pleasures. Despite her reservations, the duchess, accustomed to placing implicit trust in her dear friend's judgment, resigned herself to the unfolding experience.

"Is this the pinnacle of your refined taste?" Helena quipped, pivoting gracefully to face Thales with an arched brow. "Your affinity for life's most unassuming luxuries remains steadfast. Though I must confess, I find it admirable—considering the chasm between your tastes and mine... I doubt I would ever venture into such an establishment, ...Were it not for your coaxing."
With a twirl that matched the grace of her words, Helena looked back at the cafe's entrance. Her gown, an embodiment of opulence, swayed with each movement, earning her curious glances from commoners and even some of the more modest nobles who happened to be present.

"Shall we proceed, then?" She inquired, turning her gaze back to Thales. "Your invitation has led me this far; let's see if the interior lives up to your glowing recommendation. And, pray, be a gentleman, Thales. A door held open by your hand would be a fitting gesture for an establishment of such refined taste, wouldn't you agree?" A spark of curiosity gleamed in her glacier-like blue eyes, inviting Thales to play the role of a traditional gentleman in this scenario.
Terry
"Well you should know me well enough that I am not one for gauche pretention. To have charm without being completely covered in satin and silk." *He said in reply while his umbrella of shadow would meld back into the shadows before reshaping itself. Pulling the door open with a gentle ring of a bell, Thales would simply gesture for Helena to go in first.*

*The aroma of sweet vanilla along with notes of lavender and clove would drift toward the entrance while the Baron waited for the Grand Duchess to go in before him.*