“Melody, good evening,” he greeted. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Good evening!” Melody replied cheerfully. “I received a very interesting call today, and I wanted to get your opinion on it.”
“Oh?” Kurapika asked. He reached for his wine and sipped. “Is this a work call, or a bitch session?” He would not put the wine down for anything short of a house fire, though, and he sipped his drink again as if to prove his point to some sort of invisible audience.
Melody laughed. “That depends on how this conversation goes. But before we go any further: what do you think of weddings?”
