Owner	Pose
Duncan	Le Coucou is the kind of place you need a reservation for a long while in advance. It is ALSO the kind of place that does not put prices on their menu. There is a strict dresscode, and everything about the place is fancy...and the food is -actually- incredibly delicious and lauded. Carrie would have gotten a message (Somehow!) from Duncan, letting her know to dress up, and where the place is. He stands waiting in the lounge for her, just inside the front door. The man is dressed in a sleek black suit with a burgundy tie, his long, dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. A silver tiepin resembling a sword is also worn. Fancy.
Carrie Kelley	Before she'd left, she had given Duncan a way to contact her. Phone numbers were easy enough to handle after all. It didn't take much to get a burner phone or set up a secondary line to route through other ... blah blah. She wasn't the tech person in the bat family, but she knew those who were and could arrange such things. When the appointed time comes she knows where to be and what to be wearing. The redhead strolls in wearing a rather nice evening dress. A Van Dyne for those in the know. It's a pleasant jade tone, and shows off her shoulders when her jacket is taken off. Just a hint. Nothing too daring. But it's enough to make it obvious that there's some muscle on her frame. A smile is flashed to Duncan as she approaches with a light clearing of her throat. "Fancy meeting you here."