[B]Gratia Mindaro - Library[/B]

[i]Tell him to buy me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea sand,
Then he shall be a true lover of mine.[/i]

Gratia clicked on the skip button. She wasn't in the mood for Scarborough Fair at the moment; in fact, she was confused how it had gotten into her playlist of smooth jazz songs in the first place. It was something she would need to rectify later, when she had access to her briefcase and the memory sticks that were piled inside. And Fiordilatte's laptop. She hated relying on the shithead's property, but there weren't really many other possible methods to pirate music from the local coffee shop.

Wait, the Professor had provided her with a scroll earlier on.

Could she keep it forever?

Hopefully, because she was not going to let go of it, especially now that she no longer needed to rely on her cheese-eating "compatriot".

If she was any other person, she would have cheered. But she was Gratia Mindaro, and Gratia Mindaro was not a cheering type of person. They were irksome fellows to be around.

She nonchalantly shot out her right arm, grabbing onto Emerald's tail to prevent the cat from attacking her teammate's feathery limbs.