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A familiar voice suddenly [i]pierced[/i] through the air, causing Siran to stop immediately with what she was doing. And here she was thinking that the frappiato-whatchamacallit was the worst thing she would have to deal with today. Siran turned to give the smaller woman her full attention. The young Cambion stood nearly 6 foot so she was practically looking down at the little bunny. Due to the fact that most fables were not enchanted by her eyes, Siran had no qualms of looking over her signature purple Ray-Bans so that her slate gray - almost silver - eyes were fully visible.

[color=MediumOrchid][b]“Oh, Brer, what a pleasure to see you. I see that my time in the park will no longer be enjoyable.”[/b][/color] Siran jabbed with a wicked smile, matching the woman's fake courtesy with her own snide attitude. Very rarely did Siran actually call Lola by her real name. The woman believed that Brer was much more fitting for her cunning opposite. Even though they were always make jabs at one another, Siran at times didn't actually mind her presence all that much. Admittedly, those times were far and few in between, but she felt like celebrating. Especially after the big check she was about to cash. 

[color=MediumOrchid][b]“Breakfast date, hmm? What, didn't like your one night stand in the daylight? ”[/b][/color] Siran said with a wide smile but nodded her head in compliance. [color=MediumOrchid][b]“Yes, I'll join you to eat since I know you're not cooking and won't be able to poison me. Speaking of poison, drink this thing. It's nothing but pure sugar and I know that's right up your alley.”[/b][/color] Siran said, extending the drink to the smaller woman. She was not a fan of the pure sugared coffee. She would have preferred a black coffee more than anything.