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[b]“Then afford me a meal,”[/b] Jeanne replied, indifferent once again as she addressed the Abya Yalan with a Brit’s surname. She gestured towards her surroundings with a rolling of her wrist. [b]“I’ve yet to eat and yet to sit. A brunch would make your interrogation worthwhile.”[/b]

It was simply a matter then, of deciding on a locale, hailing a taxi, and ‘enjoying’ the ride there. Whether this was the Fire Witch’s natural mind, one of audacious selfishness, or if she was internally displeased by what had occurred, lashing out in all these small ways, was hard to tell still, but undoubtedly, it would be an awkward trip towards whatever their destination would be.