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The literal ray of sunshine wanted to talk to [I]her[/I]? Saying it was a surprise to Victoire was a complete understatement, her eyebrows raised in fascination as Emmy asked. The way she saw it was that the golden retriever puppy wanted to play with the vicious Rottweiler. Not that Victoire disliked anyone in particular, her general discontent for humanity doing that for her, but it was just...weird. Yeah, the woman must be desperate to go to her to talk. Maybe it'd be a good thing. Abe was always telling her that she was much too grouchy, that she needed to 'socialize' more. Or something.

Speaking of the devil, before she could give Emmy a response, Abe himself seemed to pop out of nowhere. Go figure, he would show up right after she considered his words. Victoire couldn't quite respond the same way Emmy did, that is with a general cheerfulness and good natured thanks, but she figured she couldn't be a complete dick. She figured she should be as polite as Ms. Sex Hair, so she tried (and failed) to put on a convincing smile.

"[color=deepskyblue]Impeccable timing as always,[/color]" Victoire replied, silently berating herself. So much for trying to be nicer. Clearing her throat, she looked at Emmy, giving her a slight shrug. "[color=deepskyblue]Uh...and sure to...what you said.[/color]" It was like her brain had been turned off or something. Hopefully coffee would help, or wake her up, or [I]something[/I].