Emmeline took her time brewing things up, letting Dedalus sit and stew in his own fury at whatever he was mad about. It wasn't hard to figure out, really; he'd had a fight with his girlfriend. What other reason could he have to not be in his flat for days? Which meant that it was a rather big fight, which meant that---well, she would have known if Dedalus and Eliza had fought this badly before, right? She prided herself on being one of Dedalus' closest friends, and would probably be a bit offended if she didn't.
Plus, she was rather nosy.
At his words, she winced, and kept pouring the tea. She'd known what was going on with Merridew and Dedalus and Frank--but it had been better to keep as few of the Order members involved as possible. It was a sticky situation and---hm. Turning around, Emmeline brought the cup of tea over to Dedalus and put it in front of him, sitting across the table with her chin in her hand.
"What are you going to do?" Wipe Dodderidge's memory? Eliza's? Emmeline couldn't help but scrunch her nose at those ideas; they'd already wiped Merridew out of existence.
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