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“Do the call, and we’ll pretend this never happened. Okay?” You decide to negotiate.
“Thought you’d be the kind of guy who would beg on your knees for forgiveness.” Odetta is pleasantly surprised.
“For what it’s worth, we have your pudding with us.” Wilma has an apology box ready. She hid it in the same part of the dress where the money was.
“I don’t regret calling you a pudding head.” A Mini-O is in shock. She has no clue where she hid it.
“Thanks for the thought!” Another Mini-O cherishes this event.
“Enough of you, silly sprouts.” Odetta mocks Gerard’s voice to drag her mini twins to her body. “I accept these terms. Now call ‘em, and don’t forget to tell them to bring my body.”
The Odetta Assisting AI dials Fiora’s number, from there you invite everyone involved with the plan. It’s just Matilda, Odetta, and Fiora. Even if Fiora did absolutely nothing and doesn’t deserve to be here in any way, shape, or form. But you’re a benevolent man, so you’re just going to tease her about it for the rest of time. If you’re wondering about Ms. Cooldown, sadly, she has other business to attend to.
You’re dropped at the outskirts of the city proper, at the mid-mountain point where the hostel is located. It was a considerably long ride, but the airport isn’t far away from here, so it’s all good. Ugo, his friend, and the driver wish you good luck! You thank them for leaving you here instead of at the bus stop. Makes you feel all fancy.
You check in with the hostel reception and get a room with ease, it’s not a particularly busy season (You covered the cost with a small portion of Ugo’s money.) It’s built like a log cabin, just bigger and with modern touches here and there. There’s an air of mystery inside, like this is the perfect place for a murder mystery, but there is no time for more adventures. The receptionist makes some small talk after she’s done with the registration.
“Did you steal the bride? Or was your honeymoon on the back burner?” The woman with a familiar air to her asks with a smirk riding her face. You’ve seen <span class="mu-i">someone</span> like her before.
“How do you know it’s not a surprise wedding?” You cheekily raise your eyebrow. You know, like this is Casinopolis or something!
“...I don’t.” She didn’t know how to respond. Her entire aura of mysteriousness disappears with her lack of cleverness. She’s just a dumb receptionist! In a boring hostel!
“It’s nice to see you again, Edony.” Wilma smiles.
“I’m glad you have moved on.” The receptionist tries to get cheeky, but it doesn’t work now that you know she’s as much of a fraud as Fiora is.
“Oh, this isn’t what it looks like.” Wilma tries to play it cool. That sentence has never swung both ways like it is doing now. It’s both very true and a big fat lie.
“...Then what is it?” The receptionist doesn’t know what to do! She *wants* to know.
