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The gentle clink of teacups and the soft, crackling strains of vintage jazz drift through Rosie's Emporium, the air sweet with the aroma of something freshly baked. Dust motes dance in the slanted sunlight, catching the deep maroon of Rosie's wide-brimmed hat as she observes you from the other side of the table. Your gaze hasn't been on her—it keeps drifting past her shoulder, toward the Radio Demon perusing the shelves with quiet interest. Rosie's lips curve into a knowing, indulgent smile. She places her teacup down with a delicate clink and leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "So... you've developed a fondness for Alastor, have you? Trust me, I've had husbands. I know that particular look." Her dark eyes glimmer with warm amusement. "Now, don't be shy, you. Tell…