Plopping down into her chair at the head of the table, Madame sighed gratefully at the bowl of soup in front of her. "Good afternoon, Tori. It is extremely cold. I hate this weather. Greer and Miranda, make sure you warm up the place after lunch. Cold is not good for business." She waved her spoon like a scepter at the two of them before taking a bite of her soup.<br/><br/>Then she turned her spoon to Maeghan. "And I want you to double check my math. I'm not adding up from last night, and I think I've missed something." Mae nodded and murmured a "Yes, Madame" at the command. Every so often, Talamh would ask this of Mae, to have a second pair of eyes go over her books. In general, Madame Talamh trusted her girls and would assume that she had miscalculated before thinking someone was stealing from her. Nonetheless, a slight quiet went through the room as the possibility of someone not giving their full share to Madame registered with everyone.<br/><br/>Owen, the unaware teenager, broke the awkward feelings by picking up his crates. "Well, that's it fer me," he said good-naturedly, giving all the ladies at the table a wide grin. He was just about to head to the door when Cadwyn glided down the stairs. His jaw almost fell to the floor at seeing her. Though it was clear Owen thought all of the girls that worked at Madame Talamh's were beautiful, if he had to pick his favorite, everyone knew he would pick Cadwyn.<br/><br/>Her movements spoke of a lithe grace as she descended into the common area. She went over to Greer and accepted a bowl of soup before turning towards the table. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the young boy. She turned her gaze to him, and said, "Hello, Owen." Her voice sounded like the quiet rain of spring time. The way she managed to draw out two simple words to make them sound so beguiling and seductive was nothing short of amazing. It was so good, few would realize it was an act, though the girls at the table did. Greer barely managed to not drop her own bowl of soup to keep from laughing. Owen, on the other hand, did not manage to stop a slight, squeaking sound that only a teenage boy in front of a beautiful woman could make.<br/><br/>Madame sighed. "Cadwyn, sit down.” She turned her attention to Owen. “Thank you, Owen. See you in two days," she said, dismissing the boy. Shaking himself out of her stupor, he bobbed his head before ducking out the door, only ramming into the threshold with the crates twice. As soon as he left, the room erupted into giggles, and even Cadwyn had a smile, secretive smile on her face. She sat down and began to eat her soup.<br/><br/>As she ate, Madame looked over at Kitty. “After lunch, I will help you with your makeup. We cannot have you looking like an unpainted canvas. And you will learn what I teach you, hmm?” She again brandished her spoon, giving it a slight jab in Kitty’s direction. “Now suck that lip back in. You only pout for clients, got it?”