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*Nope, Oz has only heard vague things about Fran’s brothers, mostly from Narcisse about the Spy’s brief run-in with them. That was a while ago, though. Back then, they hadn’t even met Jack yet. She wonders if they’ve realized how annoying he is yet — but this is something she would never say to Fran.*
A bakery? I didn’t know you bake. *She eyes the cat, grown to the size where sitting down manages to hide his back haunches entirely and create the illusion that he’s a much longer cat actually coming out of the floor.* Though it looks like Gillespie does. Don’t let Narcisse see him like that or he’ll read you the riot act about diabetes rates in house cats. Our Bonnie is a born mouser and he’s right proud of it.
*Privately, Oz is glad that Dog doesn’t seem about to barrel in to make her appearance as well. She likes dogs but that one has too much enthusiasm. And maybe Jack has managed to train her to pee on people he doesn’t like or something.* So, there are lots of other dogs around here? *Oz doesn’t know about Joli.*
"I learned." It wasn’t exactly her choice. Saint Valentine had graced her with the opportunity to run the stolen wine fence, and she had no other chance but to take it. She was a negotiator and a trader,never seeing the goods but talking number and files. Ace took care of the physical labor, from his deli by the docks. Not to mention, the big man had a sweet tooth. He liked her canollis.
"It’s not that bad, actually. Don’t burn too much. Lots of homemade Italian pastries, free newspapers and umbrellas if you need them…" Her voice trails off in thought. She hoped that her little assistant had gotten her note, considering she had gone home early from sickness. It was bad this morning, she couldn’t even eat breakfast. Jack had made eggs and the smell alone shoved her out on the back porch to avoid losing last night’s dinner in the sink. "I should actually still be there."
Gillespie’s purr is very loud and very happy. Someone’s been enjoying the big backyard and warm weather, considering he’d spent most of his life avoiding the snow. “Yeah, lots of ‘em.” She takes a moment to consider whether or not Oz knew about Jac. Perhaps she could offer an explanation. The question is sudden and seems a bit worried. “Have you heard from Jac recently?”
Ace dotes on Joli so much. She’s his princess. She even sleeps in his bed. Slobber and all.
Biscotti would be ace. *Incidentally, someone’s gotten a fair amount of her Australian accent back from spending time at home lately. It’ll wash out again the more time she spends in America, but for now it’s pretty noticeable.*
Yeah, it’s got character. *Oz settles into one of the comfortable chairs.* Must be nice living in the same neighborhood you grew up in. What have you and Jack been up to? And your dog and cat, of course. How are they?
For a brief moment, she’s confused as to if she’s ever mentioned her brother to Oz. Most likely not. It takes a few seconds to retranslate the sentence in her mind. Oh. Ace as in good, Biscotti is good. Sometimes it’s hard not having English as her first language. “Good, I have some that I just made this morning.”
Fran gives a smile and a nod, considering her current situation. She wonders to sit on the couch adjacent to her, thinking about how much better she was feeling here. “Yeah, it is. Family’s always close.” Biological and gang wise. It was nice to actually have connections around here. “And we’ve been well, I own a bakery now. Jack’s back to his old job.” Other than her recent bouts of sickness, they’d been doing really well here. Having money to spend was a bit of a new asset to her, as well. So she was having a bit of trouble controlling herself when it came to clothes and such.
Speak of the devil, that cat comes prowling in and promptly parks himself on the couch next to his owner. Boy, was he fat. And also fluffy. Fran reaches over to stroke his back lazily. “Even better. Dog has some good playmates, familiar ones.” Ace had taken in Joli after she had found her abandoned, Jac nowhere to be found. “And Gil just keeps getting fatter.”