[Scayde]

Bridges du Reves stared down into eyes so familiar, so like his own, he felt in a way he was looking into a reflection of himself. Could it be? Could she really have picked apart the threads of his mind to tease the information, which she so carelessly flaunted? Feuillantine de Crustacés had long been his favourite, but then any waitress in the French Quarter could have known this. Parlor tricks du Reves was not so easily impressed, still...the note had said this was a matter of the Blood. Bridges took many things for granted, but Family was of paramount importance.

Oui Mon Petite. Tell your Papa he may expect me at ten...and I will be expecting some answers.