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“Well, let’s take it easy. Enough adventures for the day.” You say as you finish cleaning the dishes you used to make the dessert. The pudding should be ready soon, it’s been almost an hour since you left it to chill inside the fridge.
“I hope for no more surprises.” Ruby had barely recovered from the shock she had when she returned to the apartment.
“Agreed, I don’t want to see someone else at death’s door again.” Wilma recalls her shock from Lord Gargoyle’s arrival.
“I only went to school, I haven’t done anything except help with the campaign.” Matilda had a boring day. Like a nerd. Who goes to school? Not you, you’re a rebel, and your rebel yell is homemade desserts.
“Praise these peaceful days, young girl. One day, the world will be shrouded in darkness by yours truly.” Lord Gargoyle says.
“Not if I stop you first, Lord Gargoyle! If that’s your real name!” Ichie declares war on the fiend.
“Of course, it’s not.” Ruby scoffs at the idea. “Right?” She looks around for reassurance. “<span class="mu-i">R-Right…?</span>”
“It’s the only name that matters...” Lord Gargoyle looks away, poetically.
“Right. I have no intention of being rude, but are we going to address the fact that we’ve been calling him <span class="mu-i">Lord Gargoyle</span> this entire time?” Ruby wanted to bring up this topic earlier, but didn’t find the right time. “Why are we playing along?”
“It’s fun. It’s like we’re in a fantasy world.” Wilma smiles.
“Do you want to call a guy who looks like this <span class="mu-i">Steven</span> or something?” Matilda raises an eyebrow. Is that why Matilda never calls Oliver by his dumb nickname? She thinks he doesn’t commit to the bit enough for her liking? You find this odd.
“I just want to know what his real name is.” Ruby dryly retorts.
“This hopeless world is far more entertaining with a little bit of undecipherable secrets.” Lord Gargoyle refuses to indulge Ruby.
“I will respect your wishes, then.” Ruby gives up. She doesn’t want to be rude or annoying.
“Now that that’s wrapped up, Pudding is ready!” You take it out of the fridge! It’s time to feast!
You all share a wonderful time eating the pudding <span class="mu-s">as you should</span>. As the feast continues, the conversation splits into different fronts. You begin chatting with your kitchen assistant directly about her missing brethren. The others are busy being entertained by Lord Gargoyle’s parlor tricks.
“I wanted to tell you something.” You start.
“<span class="mu-i">Hmm?</span>” Wilma munches like she’s eating gum.
