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She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "So I did it anyways. I thought you'd be pleased. I got you the layout."
The table went quiet for a moment and Alyona squinted at Fleur. "Fleur, you are being rude."
She shrugged a little, her hands on her hips. "I thought you might say no."
Alyona opened her mouth to complain, but Ferris spoke up. "I'd imagine she's probably feeling overwhelmed, Ma'am. Fleur, are you still tired?"
"I went in and got a map for you," she repeated, looking over her shoulder for a moment. "Well... I made a map. It's kinda sloppy."
"You are obviously sad about something. Is it orange juice with pulp?"
She frowned before offering the paper to him. It was a very loosely drawn map, with corridors and pathways market. "I went into the warehouse...
"You do not need to cover for Annette, granddaughter, she is happy to remake..."
"I have something for you," she began, glancing up at him and pausing. "Are you okay?"
"The eggs are burnt, aren't they?" Alyona asked, standing up and taking Fleur's plate. "I will get you new eggs, sweet girl..."
She went up to his door and knocked lightly with her fingertips, looking at a crumpled up piece of paper in her free hand. She had a pencil tucked...
Ferris squinted at her, tilting his head. "You sure, Princess?"
She went on a run in the early morning and didn't return until about noon. She opened the door, her brow furrowed and her free hand rubbing the...
"You seem... downhearted," she replied.
(Zoop!)
Alyona seemed to notice Fleur's change in demeanor and frowned. "Are eggs burned?"
She was going to reply, but felt another round of whimpers coming up her throat, and she went silent again for a few seconds. "'Night," she...
"But why does Boy know about Romero?" she pushed.
She shook her head, but quickly realized he couldn't see it and laughed tearfully. "You didn't do anything, Abes. I promise. I'm just really,...
Alyona's face fell and she squinted, looking at the two of them. "Then how did you find out about Romero?"
