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[Dixie is a girl with notable red fox features (ears, tail, tapetum lucidum), who tends towards pretty, casual, feminine outfits. It is not possible to tell a Family affiliation from her wardrobe aesthetic. Her age is eerily indeterminate, though she does vibe as being on the older side.

She can often be found sitting on the edge of the stage smoking her pipe between (or sometimes during?) ongoing performances.

Alternatively, if she’s given you the map to one of her hangout spots, you can easily find her there if you follow it.

Hit her up for whatever!]

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[Following Val's map!]

Dixie?

[it leads him to a wall in the indoor gardens covered with thick hanging vines…?]

[Would he be able to recognize these as a particular type of hanging vine or nah.]

[let’s say bougainvillea but a variant without thorns]

[...Tries brushing them aside to see if there's a hidden door?]

[sure is!]

[In he goes!]

Diiiiiiiixiiiiiiiiie?

[he walks into a—

well, it kind of reminds him of the ‘natural’ side of Bellinali’s workshop, the way all the plants in the area seems grown and arranged to specific purpose. but it’s also all coming out of a dirt floor, or out of dirt embankments, or supported along some slim trees that grow out through an open roof. this workshop has nothing built in it at all except said roof and the walls enclosing it.

Dixie is sort of reclining on a low branch that looks too thin to hold her, in a plain t-shirt and loose pants like she’s about to head to the gym. she’s smoking her pipe.]

What’s up, buttercup?

[He is immediately distracted by Dixie's place, rip.]

Whoa- this is a nice place you've got! Is this your personal room, or just a private garden?

It’s my hangout spot ☆

Lucky!

[He clearly wants to stick around and admire the plants, but he tears his gaze away to face her properly.]

Anyway, the real reason I came here was to see if you had time for a date a little later? I need some time to prepare everything, so I didn't want to assume you'd be free.

You can assume I’m relatively free when I’m not directing on the stage, love! No need to be overpolite.

But someone else might want to have an audience with you! ...Or it could be when you're in the middle of your own thing.

[Given she does look ready to go exercising and all.]

But all that aside - meet me in the lounge in about an hour, then?

[sits up, twirling the pipe around her fingers]

Sounds~ good!

[Bowing!]

I'll see you then~♪

[And at the appointed time and place, he will in fact be waiting at a table that's already all set up with dishes, drinks, and of course, food.]

[she shows up without the smokes and in sort of light party casual, a loose lavender cardigan over a blue sundress. her tail does a lil wag and her ears perk at the smell of the food]

Oh? Oh???

[It's a plate of creamy pasta mixed with a colorful selection of herbs - most of which are moderately poisonous and/or hallucinogenic. His own plate is notably far less exciting, with the boring, regular greens to accompany the meal.

He will be good and pull out her chair for her and everything.]

You're looking lovely today, miss Dixie ♪

If you’re gonna go to all this effort for little old me, the least I could do is dress up a little!

[sits ELEGANTLY like a LADY]

Used poison a little too strong for your ownsome to handle?

IIIII don't really have a tolerance, so I'm afraid sharing a dish was never meant to be.

[She saw him when he inhaled a bit of smoke!! That said, he'll seat himself across from her.]

I wanted to make sure it would be something you could enjoy, at least.

Well! Appreciate it.

[spreads a napkin over her lap]

It’s not that hard to build the tolerance, though. If you ever wanted to, it’s better to start at your age, when the body’s got a little growing left to do, but not too much.

Is that when you started? Though I don't really plan on casually eating that kind of stuff, myself.

[Settling down with a napkin as well!]

Nah, I just know stuff about stuff. I started at a rough time in my life, you could say, like most people do. But I’ll point out your stomach’s as immortal as the rest of you!

[makes a curious gesture over her plate, perhaps her way of saying grace, before trying a bite]

Ehhh, it just doesn't sound like much fun?

[Noticing that gesture, though.]

Was that a prayer?

Something like that!

[digging in with enthusiasm]

And, hmm, I get it? You don’t have to. But it’s more fun pushing the limits than you might think—for me, anyway.

Only something like that...?

[But he'll begin to dig in, too.]

I just don't want to feel sick if I can avoid it.

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