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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Armando &amp; Marcia》<br/>
Location: Abendblume<br/>
Present: Rebel <a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a>​</div><br/>Marcia was the one who answered the door. She'd started breakfast at the usual time, though let the kids sleep. Generally, she readied a meal for them the share before Armando was off and handling all the things that Hale piled on him. Family dinner was never guaranteed, so breakfast became the most important meal of their day. For a long time it was the only chance they had to spend time with one another. It was too engrained a habit to change, despite Armando not having any particular place to be. She worried about him and the sudden free time almost as much as she worried about him each time he went off.<br/><br/>The suite had two small rooms, a kitchenette, and a living room. Armando peered over his shoulder, realizing Marcia had been expecting whoever it was at the door. He had dressed and readied as he would any other day, sorting out what his next move would be.<br/><br/>"Good morning, Rebel," Marcia greeted, welcoming him inside. She moved to close her bedroom door, where the kids were still sleeping, so that the men talking would not wake them. Armando still seemed surprised.<br/><br/>"<i>Você o convidou</i>?" Armando asked her.<div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2F6LIL1U3.jpg&amp;hash=0ba16922c35b0a7a75a43fd37a373940" title="6LIL1U3.jpg">
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</div><br/>"Yes," she answered. Armando had more questions now, like when she'd spoken to Rebel, but that would have to wait. He scrubbed his hand over his face and took a seat at the four seater dining table after Marcia motioned them both to it.<br/><br/>"Did you sleep okay, Rebel?" she wondered, thinking the man looked more ragged than he had even when he'd come back to Abendblume with a concussion. She was preparing<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FqAyfM76.jpg&amp;hash=afc3eb772fd850fc0ca47a150a967fd2" href="https://i.imgur.com/qAyfM76.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">migas and eggs</a>, a dish her and Armando were familiar with growing up. It repurposed stale bread into something savory and delicious when pan fried in a skillet with garlic and other seasonings. She brought them both plates.