Beatrice stared at Envy, then at the stack of papers. She pursed her lips, giving it genuine thought before shaking her head. [color=fff79a]"I'm not the type to lead, so... I guess I'll just do something else." [/color]She scratched the back of her head, deep in thought. A mafia probably wouldn't work in the afterlife anyway. There's not threat of death and without that...

[color=fff79a]"Hey, are you alright?"[/color] Beatrice said quietly, touching Lisanna's shoulder. [color=fff79a]"It's okay, none of us probably want to be dead. Well, maybe some people want to, but hey! Look on the bright side!"[/color] Beatrice smiled widely, eyes searching the room for the bright side. She coughed a little, hoping someone would chime in with what exactly the 'bright side' was. She certainly wasn't seeing it. As much as she loved and trusted her wife, Diane was in no way fit to be a single mother. Beatrice grimaced and avoided Lisanna's eyes now that she failed to find an optimistic out take.