[Now, she was thinking about the troubling deal with the devil that was blasted all over the Sindr posts, but Cantarella does pause, unable or unwilling to resist though there are other matters at hand.]
[Oh.] Nothing. We just had to replace ours is all.
[... Anyway she's just going to count how many teacups Cantarella already has out and then get enough for the rest of the troupe. And trays, they'll need trays...]
[She really can be precious...this is all justifying Cantarella's future decision to highlight her more moe side in the future chorus recollection, even if timey wimey means she doesn't know about it yet.]
Yes, I've been keeping things that are important to me in mine, so that they don't slip through my fingers.
So... [Leaning into set cups out onto the tray in front of her, she takes advantage of the proximity to draw surreptitiously close.] Got a bit too playful, did you?
More like a bit too drunk. [She cringes, moving the cups around on the tray like the order of them will save her.] It made sense at the time! But there wasn't any recovering the fridge after we threw it in the canal.
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Besides, it's because of my rumors that I know just how exaggerated they are without the full story. [...] Unless you mean the fridge.
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...What's this about a fridge?
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[... Anyway she's just going to count how many teacups Cantarella already has out and then get enough for the rest of the troupe. And trays, they'll need trays...]
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You're not usually evasive, so when you do try it, it jumps off you in waves.
[She is definitely calling her out, even though the tone of her voice remains even and soft.]
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[And she doesn't get any better when it's pointed out.] The dorms don't reset like the rest of this place.
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Yes, I've been keeping things that are important to me in mine, so that they don't slip through my fingers.
So... [Leaning into set cups out onto the tray in front of her, she takes advantage of the proximity to draw surreptitiously close.] Got a bit too playful, did you?
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More like a bit too drunk. [She cringes, moving the cups around on the tray like the order of them will save her.] It made sense at the time! But there wasn't any recovering the fridge after we threw it in the canal.