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“Welcome, welcome. Crossbill here will take your order.” You act like nothing out of the ordinary is happening.
“…” By the looks of it, Chio remembers who this guy is.
“…” Crossbill senses you acting a tiny bit off. Just the inflection of your voice gives it away.
“Ha, ha, ha. Very well, I haven’t eaten all day, it’s like <span class="mu-i">I lost control</span>… of the time!” Sieb has an eerie sensible chuckle. Nobody else seems to mind despite how odd you felt it was… “I see you’re doing much better than the last time I <span class="mu-i">heard</span> you.”
“Maybe we could have a chat later to clear up some things.” You propose to leave everyone else out of this.
“That’d be lovely, but I only have as much time as this wonderful meal is going to take me to enjoy.” Sieb responds to your proposition shortly after Crossbill takes his order.
“You weren’t planning on gulping it down, so I bet you’ll end up with a minute or two to spare.” You put the meal in front of him.
“My, one simply does not refuse to take his time to enjoy the few simple pleasures of life.” Sieb remains cordially insistent. “How’s Wilma doing?”
Chio stops scrubbing the plates.
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<span class="mu-s">How do you respond?</span>
>“Wilma? I don’t know any Wilmas. I know a Wich though.” Try clueing Crossbill in.
>“She’s doing fine, having the time of her life.” Be honest but give little clues.
>“I said we can talk later, if you don’t have the time, it’ll be in another moment.” You won’t say a peep here.
>“It’s none of your business anymore, Sieb.” Stare deep into his eyes to show how serious you are.
>Write In.
