Aoi was still busy with her sketching, so Phaedra patted her arm and got up to move to the chair next to Rex.  "I'm very good, just like I was not too long ago.  And what have you been up to all this time?"  She sat down.  Inquisitive was right.  She planned to dig into the mystery of this man, and because she was beginning to doubt<em>her</em>own sanity, she reached out to touch his cheek lightly with her fingers.<br/><br/>He was perfectly real. She withdrew her hand and tucked it under the table, his grin tugging her lips to imitate the curve of his.  It was mirroring, something she had learned about people and their body language... and mirroring was an unconscious signal from one person to another that they found that person attractive. "There's something about this coffee," she told him in a low voice.  "I think they've spiked it with magic, because I don't want to leave."<br/>