The cowgirl Queen was sitting at her desk just fuming. She had a pen in her hand and was tapping it against her notebook in a rapid rhythm as she muttered darkly beneath her breath between sips of coffee and bites of her strawberry cheese danish. Des was not getting a lot of work done today as of yet because she was busy plotting ways to kill a Master Vampire, painfully and with an exquisite degree of slowness.

She heard the door open to the office building and glanced up out of habit ready to greet whoever it might be as though she were tending bar. It was so deeply ingrained in her to do that whole greeting thing and all that she couldn't help herself. A smile appeared as she waved. "Howdy! Did ya need something?"

Des tilted her head to the side upon noticing Ilyona seemed to be a little nervous and she couldn't remember her being nervous around her before and she really couldn't have. She shoved herself to her feet, being about 8 months pregnant it wasn't the easiest thing to accomplish, as her smile warmed and she nodded to her.

A hand motioned toward the chair that sat beside her desk as she spoke, "Of course ya can ask me for a favor Darlin'. I heard tell that ya have decided to run in this here election. Does it have somethin' to do with that or is it somethin' else that ya need? And please do have a seat while we talk if ya like or we can stand if ya would rather. And we have refreshments if ya would like somethin'."

She was doing her best to put her at ease and make her feel welcome so she could hopefully relax and tell her what kind of favor was causing her to be so nervous. Her plotting now far from her mind as something more interesting took it's place for the moment at least.

The cowgirl Queen's eyes lit up with delight then she realized where they were and she glanced to the wall of glass windows in horror. Her gaze next sought out the door to her Boss' office to see if it was open or closed. She couldn't talk about her other business on Amal's time and have Amal find out about or she would end up with a house dropped on her!

She quickly looked back to her guest and made shushing motions with a hand while trying to subtly, repeatedly, nod her head toward the Editor's office that was dangerously near her desk all hopefully without being caught by the eagle eyed, Amal and without offending Ilyona. Des oh-so-casually shoved herself back to her feet and reached for Ily's arm in a manner that she hoped looked like friends about to link arms together but was really more of a desperate grabbing attempt on her part.

They had to get out of here so they could talk about the wedding plans in safety. There was a supplimental issue of The Oracle deadline coming up and should she get caught talking about Ily's wedding instead of her bid for Governor there would be trouble, big trouble. Des raised her voice loud enough to be heard on purpose.

"I'm so happy to hear that you have everything under control! Why don't we go over to that little coffee shop in the marketplace and get us a couple of those mochas that they have and talk about the changes that ya have in mind for the city when ya are elected?"