Marilyn nodded and scanned the foods with appreciation hidden beneath her mask, reaching for a pair of chopsticks instead of a fork, she happily begins to eat. 

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Margaret manages to keep her grimace internal as she reaches for a fork and spoon, she was hungry and needed something to keep her busy. 

So far the room was tense. Finishing after awhile and wiping her lips clean, she watches as Marilyn rises to her feet and moves toward the row of large windows, she pauses before one and tilts her head slightly. 

"So, shall you be staying?" The question is asked bluntly, Margaret finishes the last of her wone before deciding to answer. 

"If it wouldn't be a problem. Yes I'd like to." Margaret was only agreeing because she wanted to get a better look at the estate, nothing more. 

"Then Artemis? Prepare a guest room if you will. Avelina can you-" the shrill shriek of a phone ringing interrupted her words, Margaret watched with hidden glee as her granddaughter reached the phone and answered the call. Silence filled the room as Marilyn seemed to listen, Margaret shifting in her seat as a quicksilver flash of rage etched itself across pale skin before smoothing out. She was receiving a 'important call' in reference to problems in the hospitals the Amorin family owned, though in reality it was a lie she'd paid a greedy business man to make up. The phone was set gently on its cradle a few minutes later, Margaret decided now would be good to input her worth.

"Something wrong dear?" Marilyn's gazed focused on her for a brief moment before darting away and to the door. 

"Just fine, If you'll excuse me. Artemis prepare the room, Avelina make sure the west wing is cleaned before you take off." With that Marilyn turned on her heel and strode from the room, she didn't seem to notice that Eros had smoothly slithered up and was wrapped around her. Margaret rose from her seat and glanced out into the night, shivering from the reminder of the frigid air, she turned her attention to the butler and raised a brow. 

"I wonder what that call was about. Do you have any ideas?" It wouldn't do if anyone found out that she was selling Amorin hospital merchandise for money. No one could find out. [@pyroman]