Whatever the dinner party turned out to be, it would be more tolerable with her present. The smile he directs her way is very soft, weighted still with the newness of having her here, a part of these proceedings.

"I'll need to give her a few lines to introduce us with," John says, lifting Wysteria's note. "I'd like to know what you're comfortable with having shared."

It matters less for John. The descriptors come easily: Quartermaster, Master of Information, terrible pirate. Those facets of his life had been circulated whether he cared for it or not. But Madi—

"If you'd like to go unremarked upon, I'll say as much to Wysteria."