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[color=598527]“Hmm…”[/color] Cecil didn’t immediately respond, merely instead looking up towards the statues of the Goddesses herself. Honestly, she was second guessing herself already. What had she even come here for? Sure, Fanilly looked like she could use some help, but could she even do that? Best she could do was be a dumbass and offer some levity. Guh, overthinking things again. Right. Do what she does best then.

Be an absolute scoundrel.

She could already feel Shael getting ready to violently remove her from the shrine.

[color=598527]“Oooh, finished?”[/color] She’d grin, cozying up to Fanilly, her focus turning back towards the captain. [color=598527]“Good, then I can do this.”[/color] Cecil’s hands moved quickly, pulling something from her cloak. Fanilly would find something soft and sweet being shoved right into her mouth. A simple, sweet pastry about the size of ones palm.

[color=598527]“Here. Just a little something I picked up on the way here. Thought you’d like it.”[/color] Of course, unbeknownst to Fanilly or Shael for that matter, this was something of a prank. The outside was definitely sweet, but the inside? It had a spicy filling in it. She was probably gonna get yelled at later, but oh well.