<em>[from the Fairway]</em><br/><br/>A problem about peanuts brittle is... they make you thirsty. Drake's tall figure appears on the entrance of the Parlour, mouth shut and tongue still trying to dislodge a particularly nasty peanut shard from between two teeth... and heads straight to the bar, unknowingly mimicking the moves of madame as he takes up a full glass of Port wine (http://www.magicaljourneys.com/Portugal/images/images-port1.jpg).<br/><br/>He gives a glance around while taking a sip or two... his eyes pass at least twice on the little, secluded corner where Madame Saru is sitting, before his brain makes the connection and he almost chokes on the wine. Why does that darn woman always have the effect of having him swallow like a sixteen years old was something that escaped Drake...<br/><br/>Maybe because of the fact that she was a Kitsune, Madame was one of those people who smelled of magic to the right nostrils. And Drake damn well<em>had</em>the right nostrils... at least for that kind of things. And since the first time he met her to sell her an interesting article of his... collection, he has felt that there was something of her that attracted him, somehow...<br/><br/>Drake took another sip and then moved to her table. He smiled and put down the glass, before taking a seat in front of her..<br/><br/>"Madame Saru.." he said softly "..it is a privilege to meet you. As always."