[center][h2][color=magenta]Mira[/color][/h2][/center]

Mira tutted and went to fetch a cloth, hoping Florentine wouldn't worry too much about her taking up her duties. [color=magenta]"I will reiterate,"[/color] she said, eyes narrowed at Gabrielle as she pressed the cloth to the stain and soaked up excess wine, [color=magenta]"that you do not live here, and even if you did, that wouldn't give you a right to speak to us like that."[/color]

She tipped salt over the red patch. [color=magenta]"That should make it easier to clean, although it may need bleaching,"[/color] she reassured Jean. The spillage wasn't something she blamed Gabrielle for - adapting to being a Pokemon wasn't the easiest thing in the world. This woman couldn't help initial clumsiness, but what she could help was her attitude problem.

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[center][h2][color=palegoldenrod]Gabrielle Angouras[/color][/h2][/center]

Gabrielle folded her arms, ignoring Jean's and Mira's scoldings. Surely people should be more impressed than this. [color=palegoldenrod]"What part of 'I'm his daughter' don't you understand?"[/color] she snapped, eyes flicking from person to person before settling on Jean.

[color=palegoldenrod]"As for how I got into this mess,"[/color] she continued, [color=palegoldenrod]"I was on my way, minding my own business, and this raggedy old woman tried to cheat me out of my money. Of course, what do you know, she wasn't an old woman at all but a Mismagius with a warped sense of humour."[/color] She scowled at the memory of that sneering face. [color=palegoldenrod]"The kicker? I just had to end up like this right in the middle of the venue."[/color]

Her glare sharpened. [color=palegoldenrod]"Alright, you have my story. Care to tell me yours?"[/color]