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Betty Barton…man, people named their kids Betty still? What was this, the 70s?

Of course, Amaryllis wasn’t nearly brave enough to vocalize her snide remarks, and instead spent all her time hoping she could sink into the wall like a ghost, her head tilted away slightly by this weird anti-Mint girl who…somehow thought she was Mint? Without actually knowing who she was? Such overconfidence and audacity. [i]She[/i] certainly wouldn’t be able to do something as embarrassing like that, especially not when a crowd was just passing by!

Thankfully, Betty stepped away, and Amaryllis relaxed slightly, the flush of her cheeks receding. Readjusting the collar of her sweater (not that it needed adjusting at all), she took a couple of seconds to stabilize her breathing, deep breaths causing her chest to rise and fall like a balloon being pumped while there was a small hole in it. [color=778899]“Okay, good. Start over, yes,”[/color] Amaryllis nodded, [color=778899]“I’m, uh, Amaryllis Evenings. Sorta wanted to check out that whole Cindy Ford thing…but what were you saying about Mint agents? And why’d you think I was one of them? I mean, like, you know…”[/color]

She tilted her head to the side, before quickly shaking her head, hands raised up.

[color=778899]“Oh, but like, no pressure or whatever. Just super curious cause I mean, I thought you only tackled people you loved…ehehe…not that I’m insinuating anything at all, nope.”[/color]

Huh, she felt like her Sword was trying to tell her something, but for now, Amaryllis was content with having a proper conversation with her less glamorous self.
[@BrokenPromise]