<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Portal traveler<br/>● Adopted by witches <br/>● sometime nasty nurse<br/>● uncertain witch experimenter<br/>● Cosmo drinker</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Emmy, Emmy, Emmy!  Be calm!  Chloe and I are being confronted with panic and all sorts of <em>look what’s happened to me!</em>  What’s registered and what’s not in terms of gentle advice by Chloe and me to Emmy?  Or what does Emmy have to hear again?<br/><br/>“First off Emmy, there have been no further changes for a while.”  I better make sure on that, “Have there?”  That should chill her, I hope.   <br/><br/></span><div class="floatright">(https://stayglam.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/Cosmopolitan-Cocktail.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I’m not sure the wing-person issue has registered.  It’s registered that drinks need to be ordered.  With me at least.  Chloe’s taken care of hers, but not ours—I politely say to the bartender, “two Cosmos” which, given the noise level, doesn’t carry the day; I hold two fingers up, pointing to Emmy and me: <strong>“Cosmos!”</strong>  That gets a nod and the drinks arrive.  I hand one to Emmy: “If you have a drink in hand, not as likely to get drinks sent and obligations implied.”  I nod in a knowing way.<br/><br/>The hostess signals that our table is ready.  I look: here we stand and there we need to go to get to our table.  <br/><br/>I look at Chloe, “I’ll run interference, leading.  Emmy, then Chloe.”  Our Cosmo girl is all aflutter.  Reminding her, “Wing-person.  That’s us. Me and Chloe.”  I start walking toward the table.  Emmy’s following.  I turn, saying over my shoulder, “The hostess is at the table.  Remember to smile at her.  That’s the least to do given we’re a couple hours ahead of the wait now thanks to her.”   <br/><br/>I just hope Emmy doesn’t go spinster-sister on us, not giving up her number if asked by the hostess.  And, uh-oh, do I see an ex of Chloe’s?  <br/></span>