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[center]Airship-Civil War-[color=0072bc][b]Beryl Harken[/b][/color][/center]

A pale hand reached back into the basket as Beryl listened to the pilot's answers to the group's comments. She froze as the questing hand found nothing but crumbs, a bit of frantic patting the inside of the basket confirmed the lack of sugary goodness. As Andrew finished speaking the young faunus shot a death glare at the absolute [i]hog[/i] who had managed to inhale at least half a dozen doughnuts and twice that many cookies in less than a minute.

Had she even tasted the divine gift that was sweet confectioneries as they vanished down the black hole that was Gratia's gullet? In fact she wasn't even sure the rest of the team had managed to snag any before they consumed by the human Hoover. That just wouldn't [i]do.[/i] She'd have to make something for everyone on the team [i]aside[/i] from Gratia when they got back.

A little bit of Beryl's disgruntlement slipped its way into her voice as she spoke up again. [color=0072bc]"It's going to be hard to tell who's friend and foe in a situation like that. Hopefully we don't end up needing to depose the mayor. That wouldn't look very good on the old resume."[/color] She turned to the newest member of the team, who as of yet, hadn't said much. [color=0072bc]"What do you think, Silver?"[/color]