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"Yeah," Alyssa agreed. "What about Fleur Costlough?" She gave a wicked grin.
"Yeah," she said, watching him with adoration before quickly dropping her gaze. "Yeah. They're pretty cute."
"Maybe you could perform under another name?" Ferris suggested.
"And you love frogs," she replied, sitting on the edge of a bed. "That one took me a while to find out."
She laughed a little. "Deer."
"Uh..." She hesitated, looking around for a moment. "My favorite color is blue. I'm 23 years old. I wasn't born in the city; all my family is...
Ferris looked over at her worriedly. "We'll figure it out."
She blinked, slipping her hands in her pockets, the tarp under her arm. “What do you want to know?”
He looked a little ashamed but Alyssa spoke up. “He would have found you regardless, Fleur. He was always after Alyona.”
She paused before laughing a little. “I know.”
Ferris looked over at her with a frown. “I’m sorry.”
“Probably not,” she said apologetically. “What about a nice plant?”
“Yes,” she replied. “Sylvaele is not safe.”
“Come on. Let’s think. There’s not a lot of space.”
She frowned at her. “He knows your name, Fleur.”
“No,” she protested, reaching out to take his hand before hesitating and pulling it back to her side. “It’s sweet. I love it.”
Alyssa brought over two more plates of food and sat down. “Okay. So what’s next?”
She looked back at him and laughed a little. “You’re like a kid.”
He rested his head on the table sleepily. “Mmhm. You?”
She sighed a little, looking over at him. “Okay. Let’s go look.”
