[center][h2][color=deepskyblue]Sera Angela Harrison -- The Songbird[/color][/h2][/center]
Sera watched him through the length of his monologue, expression impassive. It could even be labeled as bored by a pessimistic eye, but that was just her default visage, nothing to do with the current scenario. She weathered all of his words and then sighed as her gaze drifted away, hardening when he brought the case back up a few moments later. She was a woman who grew defensive under scolding and for a second, she struggled with the urge to fight back. To argue her ability to protect herself, to argue his suggestion of '[i]weak points[/i]', to tell him she was more than he thought of her, than he could [i]gleam[/i].

But what would that do? It was ridiculous and silly to get puffed up in front of a man, she knew that. She lived that. So instead of fighting back, she thought of Rosemary and she offered her companion a small smile. "[color=deepskyblue]She will definitely like you. She adores the ones that irritate me.[/color]"

Before her words could be questioned, she stopped the both of him with a small tug on his arm. They stood in front of a small bakery, hugged on both sides by dull brown buildings without any character to them. The bakery however was bright and flowery, with frills seen bordering the windows and a big sign in one that named it as 'Morris's Bakery'. In her heart, Rosemary had since renamed it as 'The Bonnie Bake', but knew she couldn't change it officially without protest from her husband's loyal costumers. Sera had successfully brought them to their destination.

A blonde woman peeked around some of the lace, peering at them as if summoned merely from the proximity of her significant other. Her hair was curled and pinned underneath a hat, her face a bit ruddy from the heat of the ovens, but she wore a bright and excited smile.

"[color=deepskyblue]Please, if you would, stay out here and do not encourage her. I will be back in a few moments.[/color]" Sera said with a dreary tone of voice, reaching for the handle on the door. Rosie was out to meet her in a second and there was a quick whispered exchange. "[color=deepskyblue][i]Don't[/i].[/color]" Sera hissed to her, but the pixie of a woman was already standing before Cesar with a flour-dusted hand outstretched. A frustrated huff sounded from the Siren as she gave up on her protest and instead moved through the doors, now motivated to get dressed [i]quickly[/i].

"[color=chocolate]Hello there![/color]" Rosemary smiled in a way that made her cheeks seem rounder and rosier and sweeter, her eyes bright with it. "[color=chocolate]You're a real gangster, aren't you, sir?[/color]" Awe was apparent in her voice from the question alone, as if she was honored just to be shaking the hand of a criminal.

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