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Marlowe stands in the living room, hands in his pockets and studying the ceiling. If he listens, he can hear Aife (or rather, Alisa) and Sascha talking and plotting. Alisa Vladimirevna is too much, really.

Mary Anne?

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He nods.

"She is in the kitchen, presumably eavesdropping."

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Mary Anne can't help smirking.

"No 'presumably' about it. You alright, honey?" she asks, pitching her voice to carry.

"Fine, Mom," Aife says, peering around Sascha.

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"Must run in the family."

Marlowe shoots Sascha an amused glance. "You're a fine one to talk."