A/N: Pyrrha's a clueless bean. Happy Canada Day!

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Of Complacency and Conspiracies

Day 4: Windows

"So," Weiss explained primly, flipping bangs out of her eyes, "Their reservation is under my name. Yours is under Ruby's -"

"Wait, what do you mean, my reservation?" The redhead paused mid-typed-sentence of details to Nora. "I'm not-"

The pale girl pulled out a nail file, cleaning up cuticles as she stated, "We need people to spy on them. How are we going to know if they make progress or not?"

"'People' implies multiple," Pyrrha protested. "Who else-"

Weiss jabbed a thumb at the man manning the till in A Simple Bean. "Tall, blond and scraggly." As if hearing them, Jaune waved at them before addressing the next customer.

Pyrrha spluttered for a moment. Going to the Schnee Hotel for dinner? With Jaune, of all people? "But- that's-" The rooftop restaurant was famous for its incredible dining ambiance- one only went there to make a bold statement. Pyrrha couldn't imagine going there herself, and she certainly didn't think she'd go to spy on Nora alongside someone she barely knew!

Weiss wasn't having it. "Pyrrha, the rest of us are busy, and I can't ask Klein to give me two tables on such short notice again- it wouldn't be fair on him." Straightening out her puffy skirt, the heiress insisted, "Just go have fun! It might be a bit embarrassing- I doubt blondie has any table manners- but you might as well enjoy yourself while spying. It's not every day that you get to eat at the Schnee Hotel for free." Pointing a manicured finger at the redhead, she warned, "And don't forget to report in."

That's how Pyrrha, in a flattering suede red dress with a low, sensually-cut back and high choker collar, dined that evening in the elegant Schnee Hotel. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a breathtaking view of the sunset, light barely washing up past the horizon, melting into dark hues and sparkling stars. A large, refined chandelier emitted a warm romantic glow, with candlelight on each white tablecloth and wine-coloured napkin.

Pyrrha could only describe the blond seated across from her as adorable. The man wore a well-fitted suit, his shaggy blond hair tamed a little more than usual, blue accents on his tie bringing out the colour of his eyes. He's fairly handsome, she thought idly as a waiter brought them their complementary wine.

Jaune was focused somewhere else, however. He was having a grand time holding up his menu over his face, eyes peeking out over the top to scrutinize their targets from a distance. "They're not doing anything romantic," he grumbled.

Pyrrha glanced over, smiling warmly at what she saw. Nora leaned forward excitedly as they waited for their food, babbling her head off- based on the grandiose motions she kept doing with her arms, Pyrrha could only assume that she was talking about HTC- while Ren simply examined the floral arrangement placed as the centerpiece on their table. Even when the food arrived and Nora practically exploded with joy, she kept a steady monologue going between bites.

Jaune laughed ruefully. "People always say that Ren shouldn't let her talk that much. Ren totally doesn't mind it, though."

Pyrrha smiled in thanks when their waiter brought her an appetizer. It was true- at a glance, Nora and Ren looked like an exasperating duo, with Nora giving too much, Ren giving too little.

And yet, as Pyrrha watched the way the duo ate, it was clear that Ren didn't mind. While Nora spoke, he would pick mushrooms off her plate- she detested them- and push peas and tomatoes onto hers- her favourites. He would hand her a napkin when she got sauce on herself, and ensured that she always had full glasses of water and wine. And when the girl asked him anything, he would answer succinctly, sharply- but the girl would smile, and it looked perfect.

But overall, nothing was new. Pyrrha soon found herself ignoring her mission, instead focusing on Jaune. He was fun to eat with- he was always so lively, ready to throw in a quip or witty comment. His puns made her groan, but they were good-natured, and by the end of the night, they split dessert and laughed when he dropped mousse on his tie. It was lovely.

Although nothing new developed between their targets, as her final report to the group chat that night explained, she knew in her heart that she was happy to have gone.