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>Ask for food.
At least the table isn’t short on pastries by any means. And there’s tea. Helen hadn’t many chances to try it, and despite finding it bitter she continues to sip because the pastries are too sweet and too many. A the Coordinator had fixed her up with a gothic black dress from her drawer that’s one or two sizes too big, and yet the only one that Helen wouldn’t drag across the floor because of her small size.
卌 <span class="mu-s">A</span>: <span class="mu-i">The Magical Girl that used to wear that dress had quite the reputation. Her sense of fashion was… that bizarre, but most didn’t have the heart to tell her. She was called Marcela.</span>
‘It isn’t wet and that’s good enough’ is what Helen absent-mindedly thinks, genuinely happy to be destroying pastries like Godzilla- despite it all.
>Ask how many people will be coming, magical girls and whatever these Toys are.
Helen holds up the napkin she wrote on towards A. The Coordinator had already gifted her a small notepad along with a cute red purse in which it fits. Of course, the purse is also too big for her, so Helen wears it like a bag.
卌 <span class="mu-s">A</span>: <span class="mu-i">Almost every Magical Girl in Buenos Aires, every Magical Girl that is not a member of the Order of the End. When we linked everyone through the Relay we also filtered all of them out, since we could read their minds.</span>
From the other side of the table, A leans closer.
卌 <span class="mu-s">A</span>: <span class="mu-i">I want you to never forget that hungry people do not think, even the best people. A desperate Magical Girl is hungry. She could eat you.)</span>
