<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Judgehawkins.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Judge Warwick<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Courthouse: Judge Warwick's office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny, Elisabeth Boyle<br/><hr/>The Judge accepted the apology with a small pat on Elisabeth’s hand.  “I know you meant well,” promised the Judge.  “And in the absence of a mother or a wife to guide me down a righteous path, I suppose I shall have to allow some woman to harp upon my indiscretions and guide my character from intemperance.”  There was a certain humorous undercurrent – the Judge was hardly prone to excesses of any kind, so even In the worst of circumstances it would be difficult to imagine a circumstance where Elisabeth would have to nag him frequently.<br/><br/>He chuckled at the mention of the tea, and nodded towards Margeurite.  “Where many topics of a mysterious nature are discussed by the ladies of the town who are… hmm, how did Mrs. Howell put it?”  He paused, considering, then gave a small chuckle, and pursed his lips in an imitation of a shrewd older woman. “Several ladies who are<em>remarkably</em>single,” he said, with an air of great distaste and supremely self-satisfied propriety.<br/><br/>But his humor faded at the mention of Monsieur Fontaine, a frown breaking the momentary smile.  “Such a loss.  He would have been Gamorra’s own Captain Nemo,” he shook his head.  “C’est la vie, at least in the Maze.  Of course, come in.  I trust our new Sheriff is investigating vigorously?”<br/><br/>He chuckled at the backhanded swipe at his tea and nodded at lunch.  “Well, if you prefer, we can go out for lunch.  I’m afraid  there’s not many amenities here.  The Wafflehaus?”  He looked between Elisabeth and Margeurite – with two ladies, there was no impropriety in having a public luncheon, particularly if they discussed business and local maze matters.   His choice was restaurant was nigh predictable – the German restaurant owner dressed the heavy-bosomed girls of the Wafflehaus in low cut bodices and short skirts.  Despite the scandalously revealing attire – or perhaps because of it – the Wafflehaus had blossomed.  The fact that Helga was also a remarkably capable cook and the prices were reasonable certainly hadn’t hurt business any.  The saloons and hotels also offered lunch buffets, but the Wafflehaus was the only place that offered lunch items made to order.<br/><br/>He gave Margeurite a warm smile.  "Come, Mrs. Landry.  Join us."