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[Center][color=a6fef2]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Foyer  
[color=a6fef2]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center]  
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After leaving Miguel's room, Sam snatched his Ovilus and placed it back into his case. He'd considered getting dressed finally, at the very least not being in only boxers and knee high socks. Some of which was still a little wet (and slightly translucent) due to the water from earlier. But given what he was about to try and do (and the fact that everyone had already seen him in his boxers) he decided to stay this way at least till [i]after[/i] breakfast. Besides if he showered and dolled up now the food would be cold, or worse…out. So he strode into the lounge, still in those light blue boxers with pin stripes in a slightly darker almost cornflower blue. One sock still up midway on his calf while the other was bunched around the ankles. 

Sam grabbed one of the plates off the stack that lay on a table. Using the tongs that were allocated for each dish to help himself to a shaggy sized pile of food, but ensuring there was still enough room for what he hoped was a crêpe station being manned by the chef himself. He made his way over, smiling as he held the vacant side towards Gordon. [Color=a6fef2]”Hey dinner was amazing last night, thank you man. Think you could get me a bit of crêpes? Not exactly sure how they're meant to be served but I heard Nutella and Strawberries are great with it.”[/color] He said, attempting to make some small talk with Gordon until he spotted Juliane, giving her a slight wink.

Gordon nodded and started making the crêpe for Sam. Juliane smiled, but it was a little shaky of a smile. She was trying to busy herself with making sure that the drinks were set up in just the right way. As if she expected Elenore to walk in and judge the exact order of drinks and how the handles were orientated. It might not be unlikely. 

Sam let out a sigh. Noticing Juliane's shaky smile. Was it the murder? Gordon? Or something unrelated? Maybe it was him. Either way, he needed to try. He waited until Gordon finished making the dish before walking over towards the nearest table and placing his plate down atop of it. Turning around and making his way back towards Juliane as he grabbed a cup for some Orange Juice. [Color=a6fef2]”Hey…you ok?”[/color]

“Doing better than Aurélia. She threw up twice already and only stopped crying a bit ago. I felt so bad leaving her but...” she gestured to the spread indicating that work had called. She shifted a little. “I would rather not chat about anything here, alright. Eat. Then we shall talk.” 

Sam nodded. They really shouldn't be talking so openly about what he was going to ask anyways. [Color=a6fef2]”Right. Well you know where my door is. I'll go eat then.”[/color] He replied with a tight lipped smile. It wasn’t exactly a bright smile kind of day, and he could relate to Aurélia. Had it not been for Millicent he may still very well be in the bathroom breaking down or worse, vomiting as well. Even now his stomach felt a little queasy. Between the murder this morning, the emotions still deeply messing his with mind, and what he was about to ask of Juliane, his stomach was fully in knots. But he sat down, slowly eating away at his meal to give her as much time as she needed.