He found the Fop daintily eating an eclair on a terrace, fingertips coated in powdered sugar. "My dear Tupelo." The Fop smiled at him graciously with long rouged cheekbones. "What new and glorious tidings do you bring our way?"
"I saw the King," Tupelo responded, fumbling nervously in his mackinaw. "I think he was looking for you."
The Fop yawned. "I see no reason he should. I've unearthed nothing of interest to him . . . . lately. . . "
Tupelo wiped his lips with blackened fingers, eying the eclair hungrily.
"Besides. Should the King desire our company he only need find us."
"Okay," Tupelo said. "Just thought you should know, that's all."
The Fop nodded inconclusively. Tupelo produced the Winston butt from his pocket. "Um. Do you have a light?"
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