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Askefye stared at Su Fang even more intently than before, her scattered brain plucking fragments of the too-long talk the dragon girl had ejected out of her mouth. Beacon bad. Ascendancy badder. Washboard good? Psh, washboard trash. Who was Justine and why did she matter? Didn’t matter, really. Probably be old news after a couple more weeks. Whatever. Meetings. Ugh. Bureaucracy was even more ugh.

But…food was still food.

[b]“Askefye,”[/b] she said, pointing at herself. [b]“And sparring’s boring. I’ll go to the meeting though. But we’re doing all-you-can-eat, and you’re paying.”[/b]

If the meeting went to shit, she could at least properly kill that washboard, anyhow. Blow her up, as well as the room they’ll be meeting in, as well as the building the room is in, and hell, may as well blow up the crapsack city of Penrose too. Maybe Aria had a new bomb in stock…

With more disjointed schemes pingponging through her skull-frame, the fire spirit flew off again, this time at a slower pace for the others to follow comfortably.

Unless they didn’t follow.

In which case she was [i]definitely[/i] bringing a radioactive smoke bomb to the meeting.