Jacob
The silver coin had left their pocket, stolen from her. A smile spread across her face, one might expect a frown instead but Lily knew exactly where that coin was. It was in the hands of one Jasper Hewitt, no doubt he was twirling it between his fingers as he made his way to the diner now, a smug smile on his face. Lily shook their head and chuckled, pushing open the door and waving at the waitress as she walked in.

Their game had started when Jasper, unaware of Lily's past, had tried to teach her, a well-practiced thief, how to pickpocket. The silver coin that Lily had stolen from the diner all those weeks ago had changed hands between the two numerous times, unseen and unnoticed. The coin was as much a game as it was a way to see if either of them had turned into one of Briar Ridge's mythical wolfmen. Wolfmen that Lily had not yet started to fear, by now she accepted they were real, but they'd left Carina and them alone so in her eyes, they really weren't that big of a problem.

Lily settled in the booth furthest away from the door. It gave her a good vantage point and lowered the chances of prying ears and eyes successfully noticing if the flask she carried accidentally tipped some less-than-legal liquid into her coffee cup. Oopsie. They waved a hand when the thief of her coin walked in, hoping to catch his attention.
Mildred
A poetic mind may have found the coin toss an appropriate metaphor, the twin faces of stark clarity and hubris held in uncertain limbo till the moment of landing. An optimist might have called it fate, while a realist would cast their vote on plain stupidity. If Jasper was any of these, or all at once remained to be seen.

He'd broken character. Some days it got harder to smile and play along, on days when the world felt chipped around the edges, what was real and make believe fracturing to prisms between the cracks. He'd seen Lily take the coin, blind luck they had not been caught but not everyone could be held to his standards. 

Card tricks, that's what he'd told her at first. For entertainment purposes. Respectable enough, grounds enough for the deftness of his hands to stay on. Maybe he wanted to truly help, maybe he just enjoyed the thrill of dipping back into the game, if only as play. She'd managed to take the coin back sooner than expected, something Jasper would credit himself for of course. As the coin switched home between their pockets, so did some fragile truths too. Not enough to make a whole picture, those fragments were to be under lock for eternity, but enough to where, for the most fleeting instances, Jasper could feel like himself.

Either way, the edge of the silver coin spun between his fingertips with comforting familiarity, before eventually slipping into the breast pocket of his jacket. He was currently not the man who should be tossing silver about like he could buy the world. His schedule for the day did actually have time to accommodate a few hours of self indulgent metaphor peppered lamenting about his fall from grace, however that would have to wait till later in the afternoon.

Stepping through the doorway, Jasper inhaled the familiar scent of the dinner. The meetings were never etched in stone, but his hunch about crossing paths with Lily today had rang true. After a polite nod of greeting to the waitstaff he shrugged off his jacket and followed it beside him, slipping into the seat opposite like many times before. 

"It feels like it's been an age. Time in this place seems to only move when it feels like it." He complained, a joke padded with unnecessary dramatics. "Or maybe it has been and I thought to make it easier for you to get your coin back." He added teasingly.
Jacob
The woman who had left the silver coin as a tip initially had caught Lily, and followed them as Lily skillfully led her away from the more densely populated area of town to its outskirts. She'd allowed Lily to keep the coin, and then Lily never saw her again, vanished without a trace, like she'd been some kind of socialite ghost. She had looked the part too. But dwelling on the past wasn't one of Lily's hobbies, at least the one person who had seen right through her was gone now. Lily's persona remained firmly in place, even if more and more of her past was slipping through cracks here and there. These were cracks she herself created, truths she gave up willingly. Jasper had been on the receiving end of some of those truths, just as he'd been given some lies. Nobody in Briar Ridge, outside of Dimitra who had recognized her from a previous life, had been privy to Lily's full story, and they didn't quite know if anyone ever would. 

Jasper had told her he was skilled in card tricks, and that certainly explained the nimbleness found in the man's fingers, but it didn't explain the full picture. He presented himself as a proper man, not one who engaged in criminality. Lily knew of very few people who could steal unnoticed without having walked a road that stood in opposition to the law. But she wasn't going to pry for information, not this time, not when she figured out that friendship was built on trust and not on gathering information for power.
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"How kind and benevolent of you," They said with a grin, wondering where that coin was hidden this time. His sitting across from her certainly made it a difficult endeavor, she may just have to wait until they were up and moving again. No matter, they could be patient if it served them, the coin would come back one way or another, she cared much more for the company than their game, even if she did enjoy it. "Keep your eye on that dollar, you and I both know it'll vanish from whatever pocket you've stored it in pretty soon," She said and winked. It was a cheap ploy for him to pat or glance at said pocket, one she was sure he was much too experienced to fall for, but trying never hurt. "So, we both live to see another day, and you've yet to sprout fur where it shouldn't be sprouting from, I take it?" She had no clue where Jasper spent his full moons, only that he'd been doing it safely so far.