Lion Head Mesa thheeee Pizza by Alfredo guy is here.

set like a couple days after the Charles-Lilitu wedding

She waited until the hangovers were beginning to subside from all the assorted revelry. She hadn't partaken in much herself, wanting to keep a clear head for this conversation. The less pounding heads and irritable tempers around, the better.

She had to be delicate here, she thought.

Pharaoh? Lilitu called out after greeting whichever fellahin lingered outside his threshold. She took a step inside his chambers, stomach churning. I'd like to speak with you, if you're free.