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[Carla Marianna Morir is the youngest child and only daughter of Jorge Morir and his wife Kaitlin. Jorge was a quiet and distant man with a hand for manipulating others. While Kaitlin was...

Rather high-strung and melodramatic and indomitably nosy.]

Not that I'm naming any names, of course, but it's a sham of a marriage. What kind of woman continues to work after she's engaged, even? Doesn't she have a book club she could have joined? For God's sake.

[Carla is relating this to a hapless waiter. She also appears to be drinking, which is red-flag number two.]

And before you go-- [Oh no, little waiter, you can't escape.] I need you to take back this dish, I'm afraid it tastes a bit like... well, cleaning fluids, frankly.

[Her smile is thin and condescending. Red-flag number three. Carla never sends back food.]

Sunday Night - Steakhouse
[ Carla has acquired an unusual assemblage of guests at her table. And she's actually talking to them about their lives and their jobs. God forbid if you tell her you're single. ]

[ Hello, how are you. Drinks anyone? ]

Monday Morning - Diner
[ As someone who never drinks and openly disdains the practice... Carla and her hang-over will be happy to complain. Especially about how much she hates her mother. ]

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[ Clearly cursed. His default mode is to ignore. But he and the City are mutually bored with each other, entirely exhausted with what little they have to offer. Distractions will suffice. ]

[ He's settled enough into his own irrationality -- his human status -- to indulge in curiosity. ]

There are marriages that aren't shams? [ It's an entirely rhetorical question. ]

Surely you mean what kind of fiance lets his woman work.

Don't be such a cynic, dear.
It's just so tiresome.
Clearly you need a nice girl in your life.

Define 'nice girl'.

[ Again. Rhetorical. ]

Yes, he certainly requires some of the blame, but it would hardly be an equal marriage to leave him with all of it.

[Ohohoho. This is not how Carla normally laughs. At all. If she could hear herself right now she would be mortified.]

What a ridiculous question.
Good family, good money, good hobbies.
A pretty face doesn't hurt either, now does it.

Why Mrs Bennet, whoever settles for an equal match.

[Perhaps he should press record.]

I would never encourage anyone to settle. Unless they were particularly... homely.

I'm afraid I'm not interested in the 'downpayment' of formal engagements and legal contracts.

[ which is all marriage encapsulates, really ]

Don't you find it's the homely ones who never do.

We are not talking about prostitutes.

Sily girls with unrealistic expectations, it's really just quite sad.

[ Allow him to correct you, madam, ]

Marriage *is* prostitution. It's just prettily camouflaged with rings and houses. The former is acceptable but the latter verboten by society. But they're both a transaction for goods and services.

What did I tell you about being so cynical?
Marriage is a beloved institution.
A dream come true.
No one should be alone.
The parties are always wonderful besides.

[Alright fine FINE he's laughing, but it's brief.]

Now that could almost have sounded like you.

Not cynical. Just saying a legitimizing matrix of marriage doesn't take the reality away. Besides. I dislike parties.

Of course I sound like myself, darling, don't be daft.

Weddings are the perfect place to meet new fiancees.
I'll take you along next time.
I'm sure you dress up nicely, dear.

Only if there's food.

[ He might be trolling. He might be serious. The world may never know. ]

What kind of trashy wedding wouldn't be catered?
I can't even imagine. It would be ghastly.

I'm sure tongues would wag for days.

[ Lips. Twitching. ]

Of course! That planner should be ashamed of themselves.
They'd never work in this town again.

Is that all you do? Attend weddings and gossip about them?

[ Rhetorics, rhetorics. Oh, you useless ladies of leisure. ]

Of course not.
Didn't I mention my book club?

[ Parties. Gossip. Beauty salons. Book clubs. A hectic schedule, he's sure. ]

Tragically, no.

We meet once a week to discuss.
And I might add the catering is fabulous.

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