Adrienne nodded her head "yes" and held up three fingers. She mock-curtsied to Marcel.
(Tell him yourself.)
Adrienne waggled a finger at her familiar, drawing an invisible zipper across her lips and flicking it away.
(No. I refuse to take part in this. It's an absurd tradition and I will [i]not[/i] enable you.)
Adrienne rolled her eyes and shrugged as she pulled a carton of cigarettes from her back pocket and lit one.
(Give me a cigarette.)
Adrienne continued smoking.
(Adrienne, I know you can hear me.)
She tapped the mirror with her cigarette slowly and deliberately, the ashes fading out of existence as they fell.
(...She says it's upstairs on the third floor.)
Adrienne smirked as she placed the half-smoked cigarette into the cuttlefish's beak and patted it on the mantle.
(Yes, yes, I'm sure you're very proud of yourself.)