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[betterthanwu]

Stiff after the long drive, Lisa rotated her head on her neck and stretched kinks out of her back on the walk to the little cafe where Arnold had wanted to meet her. It was bitterly cold, but she wasn't too bothered. She had her green wool jacket. Ethically sourced, it hardly bore saying, she knew something about everyone and everything involved from the sheep and alpaca to the young woman who'd applied the buttons, and tailored expertly to her frame. It had a certain military flare and while Lisa couldn't condone just about any military she knew well, she had to admit it looked good on her.

"Just a tall chai, please. 'Lisa' is fine." She found a stool, grateful this place was sleepy just now, and checked her designer watch. He might be caught up in a project, or just met an unusually large and fluffy dog. It'd hardly be the first time. She smiled with fond resignation, thinking back.