One bad thing about sharing breakfast with a magician was that unless you were good -- damn good -- it was impossible to get anything first. By the time the three mugs were laid out, one was already in Gabrielle's hand, being loaded up with an absurd amount of sugar and cream. A long sip of her hot, sugary beverage and a delighted "oui!" later, and the illusionist was relaxing, out of her invisible chair and leaning against the wall of the food wagon.<br/><br/>She offered a nod and wave to "The Mysterious Madame Lovi" and to Angelo, thriving in this pleasant group of friends, whether close, not so close, or Enzo. The hard-on she had been sporting from her Doublesteam Twins fantasy was waning as she relaxed with her coffee and her swiped cigarette, waiting for her omelette du fromage.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>