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Eventually Tutlier came on the stage. He greeted the people, and began talking. After a moment, something happened. No shot was heard, but a...
She sat down, crossing her legs. "So?"
(Yoop!) It was around noon. The presentation would be begin soon.
"It's fine, Ferris," she reassured, starting to a table. "It's just like taking a little trip.'
He waved back, heading out.
She grinned, taking hers and turning to him. "Whatever."
He nodded, putting the gun in the case and standing up.
She paid, folding her hands patiently.
He sighed, taking a bite of his bagel. "Still be careful."
She frowned, then looked back at the selection thoughtfully. "Let's go with a poppyseed muffin as well."
He frowned. "You probably have the hardest job, Ophelia."
"I will get a blueberry muffin," she said, before turning to Ferris. "What do you want?"
He nodded. "We'll leave soon."
She approached the stand, her expression bright.
He raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't seem healthy."
"Of course you will," she said nonchalantly. "Let's go get food."
He took it, laughing slightly. "I was worried I upset you."
She offered him the sunglasses. "It's only for a moment."
He looked up at her. "Hey."
She brightened. "Great!"
